Frequencies

 black heart rate monitor with two red hearts in the background

We vibrate
on different frequencies,
frequently—
searching for
black holes in meteors
so our metabolism
can manifest the fat
from the flesh


It is the mind
which needs mending;
moving in circumferences
under clouds of
coping—
The therapeutic process is
hard at work—
But what is therapy?


Observing, checking in...
Optical fixations to
fixtures in the ceiling;
the therapist and I
don’t see
eye to eye
But the pill lines up perfectly
with the crease or
part on my lips
as I stick out my tongue
and the chalky circle is
placed gently
on a deadened
taste-bud.


We survive at different
speeds; taking different
seats, separated by
the table, the desk;
this area or that.
Locks and keys; feelings of
inferiority at facilities
as it is
staff vs. client
patient vs. position
paranoia vs. reality—
Really?
Who’s to say
what I want my reality
to be
but me


We vibrate
at different rates
and
we survive
at different speeds.


Clarence Barbee has been writing and performing poetry for over a decade.  He has produced 9 spoken word albums, under the pseudonyms Nabraska and Poet402.  Clarence has published two books (both available on Amazon.com), and is currently working on self-publishing books of essays and short stories.

In his professional life he has worked with, educated, and supported many children.  He is also currently working with schizoaffective patients in a state mental hospital.  Clarence believes in keeping an eye on political planes and social occurrences such as changes in world leadership, and social inequalities.  These actions of men are a huge curiosity to the author; he believes in writing about them, and discussing them, so solutions can be found.

Clarence has taken these experiences and written about them extensively. He asks, “who doesn’t want to be happy,” then goes about the business of finding the answer.  Please take some time to join him on this journey as they are set through words, sometimes with music, and always taken with a grain of salt.

You can read more of his writing at www.iwritebooks.yolasite.com.