Dry Heat; A poem written as I began to come out of a 2 year long deep depression

8/24/98 Dry Heat There is a brick in the middle of my head It imposes a constant dread The brick changes color at unpredictable times Sometimes red, sometimes green, and sometimes its white hot and the light comes out of my eyes and mouth and ass I float The brick appeared I don't know when its so much a part of me I feel it must always have been This brick, it is present Sometimes it …

…lead. Thoughts so reasonable, "it couldn't possibly feel worse". Food at last, I thought of her as I ate remembering the day in the city. Things were off even then. The brick was very subtle then, I had actually believed it was gone. Turned out it was only on vacation. OHHHH this brick will it be a cornerstone or a tombstone? Who can say? It sure is warm today. Yeah but it's a dry heat.