By: Matthew Zambito
Panic is accelerating as if in freefall,
a tumor on your thoughts, lesions
on your feelings. Melancholia turns into
dysthymia (if you’re lottery lucky) or into
a treatment-resistant depression deep
as the Mariana Trench if the Mariana Trench
got used as a drainage ditch. Tics convulse
muscles by a nervy, bedeviled compulsion.
The holed shebang remains a mystery
of the mind with no whodunit revelation
come the last chapter. Psych-prescribed
pills popped provide effective effects plus
plenty of others on the side. Your cerebral
hemispheres keep having a hateful lovers’
quarrel over corpus callosum and require
couples counseling you can’t afford. Ideas
for brainchildren, already straightjacketed
in a room padded with corpses, sob in-
consolably. If you’re gabbing with ghosts
you’re all the way there. You’re there,
and not, and a god, golden and bovine.
Bio
Matt Zambito is the author of The Fantastic Congress of Oddities, and two chapbooks, Guy Talk and Checks & Balances. New poems appear or are forthcoming in Freshwater Literary Journal, Braided Way, Northwest Indiana Literary Journal, and elsewhere. Originally from Niagara Falls, he now writes from Wilson, New York.