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Title: Manic Is as Manic Does
Author: Patricia Parker
Date Submitted: 9/21/2005
Email: patpark@tpg.com.au

 
Poem: Around and around the office I did go spraying cockies high and low.
The girls did wonder what was wrong as I tried to sing my song.
It was pain I was trying to express. Joy was gone from under my flesh.
A boomerang I did see against the light, a salad for the journey for my flight.
The wires I did all break so no sounds would permeate
Voices within me it would seem. This was no dream.
Off to the party I did go. I was the one on show
Healing could not have been in better hands
As my magic did expand.
Blood on the wall did drip as I lost my grip.
I screamed, O Lord don't let this be me,
As they questioned me.
Could this be right, she can stay here for the night.
A hard bed I did find, a rock pillow for a heaving mind.
I had to change my clothes. A blue tunic
That's the way it goes
My friends had left me in the ward. Was this my reward?
It was 2 am upon the dot, Time to sleep upon my cot.
Some pills I did take so I would not stay awake.
3 days I had not slept a wink
Bright eyes was my name I think.
5 weeks it took me to come back to sane
I would never be the same.
Patricia Parker 23/08/2005

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