A and E

I went to a & e I sat in the waiting room with a man alive by virtue of a heartbeat and a boy who had swallowed a dictionary. Mozart tended to our head wounds as a whiskey priest stood in the corner under a burning redlit cross that terrified his dandruff. I asked the boy his name and he told me the definition of bourgeoisie and disappeared into theatre as the heartbeat guy grinned at me through a mouth like watermelon. and after some time waiting I realised that nothing was wrong with me