Reinvention had its price
It was as if the old cuckoo clock
Had no space for cuckoos
And all those empty sheets
Of Xanax and Prozac had poured weedicide
And killed all the weeds

Only the body was now like a scarecrow
Dangling limbs and painted face
The crows were gone, so were the ravens
And other sinister corvids

And the smile was like vanilla
Squeezed out of a pod by a burst of serotonin
And I felt as queer as a naked mole rat
And as calm as a panda

And happiness was just like a full moon
Just a reflection, just an illusion.


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meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams ā€“ A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld. wordpress.com/

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