ALTERED STATES

Cousin to the copier…
I commiserate with
office machines
 
whose red warning lights
flash TONER: LOW!
(I know how this feels).
 
My warning lights
have often flashed
SEROTONIN: LOW! 


The toner-deficient copier
produces mere spotty outlines
of intended concepts.
 
Serotonin-deficient, my
verbal output drops to
barely perfunctory monosyllables.
 
But somebody always goes to
supply and pops a brand new
cartridge into the slot.
 
I always go
to the cabinet and
pop my capsule.
 
The copier prints
state-of-the-art graphics.
I am gregarious!

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