Electroculvulsive Treatment
i
Lie back, tilting my head
hunched as if tango
mangoed or like quesimodo
ringing notre dame bells.
The straps cradle me
pinned in a rollercoaster
belted in a fast car,
braced and buckled.
ii
Electrodes are placed
on skin-thin temples.
Gently, children would have stroked
this stranded hair that's strangled.
Darkly, current is administered
cauterising wounds
empathising and traumatised
to lacerate the Looney gene.
Jolting as plugged into the grid,
throbbing pulse beats
on white sky sheets
monstering to a new life,
a prometheus unbound
like a Frankenstein
in a hammer horror movie:
Stitching back
knitted
knotted electricity
throbs through my mind
mercury morphs and mends;
seeping into every cavern
and cranny, searching
molding clay in cartons,
erasing entrenched thought,
endemic recalcitrant,
ingrained intransigent
twitch.
iii
Banning the compulsive demons
that incessantly whisper and seduce
the hospital discharged.
Homecoming was dressed
in 'Sunday best' coiffured,
masking love, mothering
masqueraded clowns
with painted face and scarlet lipstick,
hooting horns... holding flowers,
squirting a surprise water-trick.
Will the children notice a change?
Iv
Again and again and again
routines are a strength... are a curse.
In that moment, a seed
was planted into memory's dark web,
roots delicate and buried deep
have logged on, slowly spawned
sprouting tendrils drilling through
google googling google-eyed
mirrors
a black rose has blossomed
blackening days and blocking
light from the rose of life.
Copyright © Brian Duffield | Year Posted 2019
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