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
Copyright © Samuel St. Clair | Year Posted 2012
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