Erozeno’s Contribution to Psychiatric Medicine

The Dream

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Erozeno’s Contribution to Psychiatric Medicine

Setting: Erozeno lies on a chaise lounge in the office of Doctor Eva B. Freud, Cognitive mis-Behavioral Specialist. He wears a Dead Kennedys concert T-shirt (Jello Biafra-era) and a beach towel around his waist. Clad only in black lace stockings and a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle® headband, Doctor Freud sits in her office chair opposite Erozeno. Her legs are crossed as she takes notes. The music of Tom Waits (“Heartattack and Vine”) fills the background.

 

EROZENO

Am I crazy Doctor Freud?

 

DOCTOR EVA B. FREUD

Please tell me about your dreams.

 

EROZENO

I have only one.

 

DOCTOR EVA B. FREUD

I’d love for you to tell me about it.

 

EROZENO

Electromagnetic waves fill my body. My soul flies forward at the speed of light. Earth crashes and burns around me. Apocalyptic light blinds my vision. Searing heat chars my flesh, but somehow I am unharmed…

 

DOCTOR EVA B. FREUD

Please go on.

 

EROZENO

Redemption explodes around me. It’s within my grasp, but it always eludes me. I can sense it. I can see it, but I can’t touch it. I can’t feel it. I can’t embrace it.

 

DOCTOR EVA B. FREUD

(Laughs hysterically)

 

EROZENO

(Sits up) Why are you laughing? (Frantically) Am I crazy Doctor Freud?

 

DOCTOR EVA B. FREUD

(Uncrosses her legs, leans forward, and whispers in Erozeno’s ear) On the contrary, I think your dream is sexy…

 

© 2016, Erozeno

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Badge of Death

My name is Officer Ferguson
I carry a badge of death
I am a state-trained terrorist

I derive my power from the barrel of a Glock™
I am a certified police officer
I have a license to kill

In my world it’s blue vs. black
I have a deadly weapon
and a brutality mentality

Do what I say and no one gets hurt
I am your protector
No one can protect you from your protector

All people are created equal
Some are more equal than others
Don’t force me to kill you

You fit the profile
You have a right…to die
I will take your life, and your soul

I have a gun
a badge
a department
a DA
and a Grand Jury to protect me

Every time I shoot to kill, the Grand Jury proclaims “No Bill”

You have a right to remain silent
If you exercise this right
I will beat a confession out of you

You have a right to an attorney
You will waive that right
or you will deal with

my badge
my gun
my department
my DA
and my Grand Jury

Have a nice day!

© 2014, Erozeno

 

 

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Prism of Shadows

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Prism of Shadows

The American Dream became a nightmare              

I lost my soul to the darkness

I struggled to get it back

I had seen the Light, it had not seen me

40 days & 40 nights, I drove the back-roads

with Lightnin’ & the Wolf

True believers on a lost highway

200 miles per hour in the passing lane

one foot on the gas and one on the brake

We flew through gaps in the raindrops

A race from reality, a surge to the light

through the prism of shadows

The wrong decision for the right reason

The signs along the roadside read:

      Freedom Isn’t Free

     Obey Your Corporate Masters

     Who’s Watching Big Brother?

     There are Liars, Damn Liars, and Politicians

     Wal-Mart™ Died for Your Sins

     Beware of Dogma

     The Meek Shall Inherit $hit

     Nothing to Hide = Everything to Lose

     The Protector Has Become the Enemy

     It Takes a Village to Raze a Village

     There’s No Crime Like a War Crime

     The Revolution Will Be Televised

     …and Injustice for All!

Erozeno, Spoken word poetry, poetry, avant garde poet

South of Eden, I stopped for the Sorceress

An electric raven-haired enchantress

with a heart of passion and apocalyptic fire in her veins

Her glistening eyes illuminated the twilight

Daughter of Eros, disciple of Sappho

She exerted dominion over the serpent

She broke the protracted silence

as she leaned to me and whispered in my ear:

     To inherit the earth, one must pay the Devil his due

     You evade the Devil’s herd

     the dead-end trail that knows no end

     You flee the rivers which flow

     with the blood of the damned

     Where Satan’s noose tightens each day

     and everyone has a rendezvous with death

     There is no turning back

     there is no escape

     Stay the course

     seek first the shadows

     Find the light through the prism of shadows

© 2014, Erozeno