Squirrel Chasers

I write for the A.D.D Generation. 

The Ritalin Kids.. 

The vitamin deficient... 

The Insufferable self-loathing degenerates 

Whose insecurities mask their progress. 

I write to save us from impatience. 

I write to travel. 

I write to see things outside of television. 

I write to the straightjacket-strapped army running around indoors 

From the great white -- white-coat raids. 

I write to the Madhatters, 

To the laudanum chasers, 

Maleficium drinkers and the depression founders. 

To the casters of curse and verse. 

I write to the six hamster wheels spinning inside of the brain, 

I write for the four little fur-balls escaping the cage 

While two hang on clinging for dear life... 

I write to the Squirrel Chasers. 

I write to the indoor legions in wait, ready to strike. . . 

I write to the broken fast-paced edge-of-your-seat rat racers 

Edging onward toward the descent into madness. 

I write these words from the Indigo Storm. 

I write these words for patience. 

I write these words, raising sentences cluttered. 

I write these words because I can. 

I write these words of debt. 

I write these words to my people: 

S e n d i n g. D e a d l e t t e r s. a b r o a d.