White Roses

WHITE ROSES Red horizon, sunset beach Cranes fly over the moon Artificial reality removes time, condenses motion; Sounds collide ghostly echoes Adhere to the walls; Institutional humanity Created and fortified By judgments, opinions And medical melancholy un scripted performances, rages in a cage, humanity undervalued, brains unplugged, fed a diet of labels and acronyms, mentally incomplete Unable to mount defenses held back by imaginary boundaries, a Labyrinth of altered consciousness, capricious, raw, unsettling; white roses pirouette within a glass house hastened by the clock completing timed synchronized routines repeated daily, solemn, systemically; Icy rain, frozen window pane, fairies dancing on the rim, Star to star, to the moon Mania manifested fearless in Raven hair, red hat dancing with Shadows, giggles erupting sporadic, Eagles carry flights of fancy as sallow daffodils draped In regret hint at depression, a catatonic companion Infected minds disrupted routinely by medical decisions, robotic White roses deliver good intentions In thorny silence Restless stupor, drug induced Still life…fractured memories, casualties coated in liquid gloom Invisible mouths whispering, beware;,white roses lifting their colorless petals ever vigilant, victims escorted to cloistered confessionals, psycho-babble economized, sixty minutes of wordiness psycho babble tiny sun lit window, glittering diamond dust falling, free, liberated, swirling around a bald head white roses, nodding puppet-like offering tiny cups full of hope curative offerings seeking miracles; as if they were body of Christ or some Holy Mass, repeated, day after day reminding the outcast of their maladies, despair, cruel defects, traumas and bruised ideals, victims of apathetic politics white roses, silhouettes, ever vigilant shuffling in and out always separated from cerebral misprints intelligence in storage, locked behind facades of architectural esthetics White roses, shadow origami cranes fly over the moon