magic beans

the modern world
tries to sell you
relief in a pill,
a magic potion
to not cure
the dis-
ease but
make you
not care
anymore.

possible side effects may include;
a dulling of the senses, a self-
pity attitude, that none of it
is your fault, that the world
(as a whole) is out to get
you when at least one soul
wants to help you break free
from the forbidding tower in
the forest with a moat and ivy
and crocodiles too. like a guard
out of a kafka story, some evil
'thing' holds you back from being
happy, or so you think, the beans
taking hold, letting you fly away.

we all have our beans, but not all of us
make it all the way up the beanstalk top

a three prong proverbial fork in the road.
i look for a spatula or spoon, but they've
already been used. the fork it is. choose
wisely i will try. the loss of all affect-
ion, the loss of eons of time and memory,
the less of the least, the best of the most;
the road less travelled is overgrown and
not everyone can make it through.

doctor living-
stone i pre-
sume? so sue
me, i will not
believe in the
magic pills to
sugar coat the
reality of the
moment, the shadows
the bars of the cage
spill upon the floor
thoughout the day,
moving languidly.

the fork trumps
the cycle. the
choice lies
within.