The Carriage Town Clinic - The Taxpayers

Wet paint, cold tiles, white bed, bright fluorescent lights like

Diamonds.

Like scalpels

Like the doctors in the hallway there.

My keeper in his white coat at the

doorway

My little clear plastic cup

Look at the faces

Look at the faces as they walk down the hall to the small common room

Look at Alex in his bathrobe, crying and rocking back and forth on the ground

He’s crazy.

Fucking batshit.

But he’s alright in small doses

My fingers now trembling like earthquakes

Now the people start appearing and the room starts filling with

Flies that blot out the diamonds on the ceiling

And the walls all breaking.

Their mouths now gnashing, biting, and screaming

Thick flesh in their mouths coming out without a sound

My keeper in his white coat at the doorway

My little clear plastic cup

He asks me with a smile, «What's the score today, champ?»

before the lights go

out at night

My people are coming to get me

My people are coming to release me

My people, they are coming, they are coming to get me

My people will come to release me