Yes I feel unwell without
my Prozac-tinted glasses
everything is sharper
the news more abhorrent
the horrors closer
the usual annoyances
like wire-traps snap
I take the persistent
mockingbird personally
everything is altered
The trees in my daily
forest escape differentiate
the greens unfold in a
Pantone kaleidoscope
birdsong susurration
ripples in sunlight
everything everything
immersion
not aversion
learning to manage
the amplification
unbound my eyes explore
all the cinematic angles
everything is focused
Prozac-Tinted Glasses
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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Well Bottom Blues 
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