The black man who approached from the rear of the gathering at my father's burial looked to be one hundred years old. He was frail, but not bent. He walked haltingly, supported by two black ... [+]
my jaw is heavy my teeth feel wired shut
my foot keeps twitching my mind is blank and numb
this air is dry and humid still and full of movement
don't disturb this madhouse pls it's my sanctuary
silence seems like it slices through sound
auditory senses in the here the now
a brief respite.
my eyes droop
these cushions soft
my blanket toasty.
my eyes droop
a padded room,
a straitjacket.
my foot keeps twitching my mind is blank and numb
this air is dry and humid still and full of movement
don't disturb this madhouse pls it's my sanctuary
silence seems like it slices through sound
auditory senses in the here the now
a brief respite.
my eyes droop
these cushions soft
my blanket toasty.
my eyes droop
a padded room,
a straitjacket.