Drip
My room when I am paranoid
Perimeters and morphine
Do not mix, the shadows
Of geometries
Work their way around
The angles of
The curtained call
Bringing out the pictures
Only schitzos see
Get up and feel the Braille
Who goes there!?
No, not this day
You don’t, no!
Only now as I
Lie here
And stare peripherally, can
You see it now!?
Just unfocus for a while
Hospital green
Can be so drab
Rustle soft and
speak in
Volume do the dead
Enough to sway, to cause
A ripple
Where is the cloth man
When I need one most!?
That collage has come to life
That painting from the 60’s
Of hippie swirls, I understand
The Manson madness now
The stapled rules
The whitewashed cinders
Are just faces to fa?ade
The REALLY dead
-the new
I hide beneath facsimiles
Of truth!.
Quick! Get the nurse!
I am crazed to fill them up with petty lies
…but to tell the truth, now that you’re here…
You did not pass go
More and more arise here too for now, so tell me
do you see them!?
Always staring
Faces elide through the IV drip
Glaring, for the light
Is incessant
Ooh…
I cannot help you
Nor show you the way
But focus instead on my 3-D ceiling
I exist here too for now
So let me be
It was not my time you see
brought back
Contemplating acoustical giraffes above my eyes
Making out muffled out remarks about me
This cubicle is full of cryptic noise
And the dead
The dead, they
Will not leave
Their cuddling
Beneath my
Thin coverlet!.
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