If You Listen To Prozac... [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, April 20, 2012]
A tinnitus of memories, terrors, desires gone poisonous—
It's the ear; and the song is as pleasant as fixed smiles, brokenness.
Listen to it: the goddammit sound that your chicken-heart makes yet!
Orgasms were the start. You degenerate, age then you die. Rot.
You must fuck and you must fear and you can't die for you're just chemicals
And life's nothing. You aren't living and fear's fake. You are bridge, process, tears.
“In 1988, a year after the Food and Drug Administration approved Prozac, 2,469,000 prescriptions for it were dispensed in America. By 2002, that number had risen to 33,320,000. By 2008, antidepressants were the third-most-common prescription drug taken in America.”
—SIDDHARTHA MUKHERJEE, The New York Times, Published: April 19, 2012
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