Stale chalk slab walls molded by auspicious smell,
when they took me away the sirens called down in echoes
across the steel doors bolted with key's ceremony of
in and out, like candles snuffed on and off, the binary
of the catacomb hospital all rust and Catch 22 with
drunken drugs and sober dreams cognizant of spice plants
and muslin shrouded women working their way down concrete
embankment alleyways with short term memory malfunctions
past sarcophogi laquered with blue linolium, nurse, nurse
feed me please and don't call my hunger a false disease.

Taser threat first then manacled wrists, plastic backseat
pressing into the column of the spine, Orwellian paperwork
and changing memories, hot tar burn on police plexiglas.

Intake, voluntary, ITU, clinical psuedo medical names
for disastrous loose slavery mechanized behind burnt
out florescents and cruel hammered faces staring away
the simple supple truth. I ask for a shower, I ask
for a piece of paper, I ask for some food that cant be
bought in stores, not even refusals reach me just
pale pained apathy slipping through the dark hospital
on special socks silk screened with anti slip and
sometimes back up is a long way off and sometimes laughter
is all but forgot.

help is manipulation and honor a stuffed animal bursting
over with pride...so they say, so we act, so the miserable
obeys the miserable, jargon walking with brain soup settling
into false social niches, lexicon unraveled like a torn
parachute across the sky of lost enlightenment,
when will they learn to learn, that is my only question
and it sticks in my rib like a gaffing hook
so tell me delicate that i will never go there again
tell me in preterite that my bad luck is at an end
tell me some saturnine story about the moon's eclipse
over the dried sea of tyrannical sin
and I will lead you to my favorite door where commands
dissasemble and fey misery breaks apart at its end
met by the bodys euphony signed with relief that
we dont break but only bend.