Just Another Mental Illness Day Age Twelve
Awakened
realizing I was in shock
she rolled me over
and did it again are you glad?
Sad a puppies brown hair
green eyes
frizzled dazzlers
gelled hair.
Thorazine hidden in my orange
orange juice
without a just claim to fame
dipped in a language
you can read on your toast.
Simpson
please rest with
Spector there
grow old and smile.
Dreams
mental illness
rushed through your head
no voice of reason, I
Hide in my bed
my arms are like a cross
both of my hands in restraints.
Rooms
with no exits
to many padded cells
morally bankrupt that shrink was let go.
He unfurled his sail
Then claimed us as his cows and sheep
and thus we smelt of sleep.
Copyright © James Mclain | Year Posted 2022
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