My ADHD Mind Numb
by Derek Hugen, 3-4-04
Searching the funny page for a shrink
Finding one somewhere in Peanuts
or Dagwood. You are smoking
a vibrant cigar with your feet up
in a red recliner. You are the
grim reaper of the suburbs, clothed in
a brown robe with coffee stains
on the pockets. You are kicked back
with a mocha caramel late and
a sports section spread out like a
four corner, kill the clock offensive
maneuver. Your breakfast simmers
in the contents of your bat cave.
You are Indie rock in your obscure
notion of ping-pong synapses
like there are seventeen pinballs
for every thought that scrambles
like a fried egg through your mind. You are
Attila of the corporate executive Huns
with your breakfast lingering on the
horizon, you will sleep only when
you are dead. You are a slave to
the reapers scythe as it sits in your
garage-like mess somewhere beneath the
lawnmower you always forget
to use when trimming your yard.
Instead, you operate on will-
power alone, trying to milk it for
more than it was ever worth. This was
never meant to be a world for you:
You have superpowers and
can fly through the chaos, leaving
it as evidence for the hidden investigator
As he cleans up your filthy home.
He screws up your head because
you can no longer recognize the
white picket-fence from the
ad anymore. It is all relative. All useless
and catching up to the wind.
But who else could have thought it,
but you? | 
