Always and For[n]ever

Sabotaged on a cold gray mountain,

taken prisoner and forced to drink from Lethe,

blot out my mind and labeled an insurgent,

chained in[ an unre]ceptive chamber.

“The albatross will see you in his office now,”

the drone said with his cold dead mouth.

“I’ve come to pluck your feathers” I say,

he defecates on me as he flies overhead.

“I’m no drone soldier, bird.” But he isn’t listening.

And back underground I go,

so I tunnel myself free with my hands,

and [w]here I went from there,

riding on the back of a [sala]man[der],

back out into the wild, back into the recesses —

until i jump with a shudder on a mattress,

in a cold dead chamber, unreceptive, unfamiliar,

drinking of the waters of forgetfulness lavishly,

every night and everyday mishap[e]s into always

and for[n]ever.