Manic
[release 1.0]

   your love is manic
   so the doctors concluded
   your manic is love
   the physicians included
   white gowns and smock
   clinical smiles on their breath
   gave you a caffeine enema 
   to jump start your day
   manic is everyday
   when you crawl on the wall
   waking to the tremor
   drooling like a dog
   then hit the subway by 7:05 a.m.
   get a window seat
   mr. jones you have a new umbrella!
   get in line to the stalls
   pavlov's master to the slave
   your life is manic
   the soothsayer read in the leaves
   psychic hotline 911
   dialed M for mania
   it's only tuesday
   and i feel the pain
   yes, i fell the pain
   the pain of review meetings 
   the pain of water cooler conversations
   that linger like smoke on a corpse
   yes, i feel the pain
   of million mindless pages
   that pass across this desk
   the pain of gestapo footsteps
   in the next cubicle
   the pain of emptying trash bins
   the pain of idle chatter
   about damn schoolboard meetings
   gestapo stiletto heels
   in the aisles and halls
   the cubicles that divide you and me
   yes, i feel the pain
   of emptiness in your voice
   recalling yesterday's messages
   your investments and bank notes
   the pain of vapid stares
   the pain of silent screams in the washrooms
   ransom notes by the photocopier
   yes, i feel the pain
   of bloodless coups behind oak doors
   suicides in the alleys behind the building
   the daily parade of prisoners and the guards
   manic is this day 
   that lingers till 5:00 pm
   before the mass exodus to zion proceed
   down escalators and elevators
   to the tortured chambers
   of your windowless homes
   cyanide thalidomide
   yes i feel the pain