The sun looks like marmalade smeared

on the window

but it looks like that everyday

here in the sunrise mental health unit

coffee is going fast

another pot please nurse

more nervous chatter,

too much noise now,

someone is yelling profanities,

another pill please Mr. Green,

that's what I call the cheeky pill pusher,

I call him Mr. Blue on thursdays,

he looks like a patient than in dark blue scrubs,

I think he should be one

as unusual as his disposition is sometimes,

a joke, not a joke, sometimes just a poke in the arm

its all the same

another drug another day,

I'm gonna fly away cause I believe I can fly,

but I don't tell the nurse that,

I will get to stay here longer if I do,

after all, only birds have the right of way,

so I'll go down in the yard

let the wind whip me up,

as the smokers smoke their rolled ones

borrowed ones

and newspaper toxic ones,

and we will let our brains fly out of our nostrils

like devils on the tongue on the breath of mankind

we know who we are,

seems we are feeding on the leftovers,

hope I don't turn into an energy vampire,

I wanna go down to the yard now

Sophe is asking too many questions,

and the Wild one is trying to hug me again

I think maybe I'll go to bed

dreams are safer,

its waking up and wanting to

that is hard to do.

By Veronica Garcia 12-12-08
From the Pathos Collection

nice, been there and done that

been there as well. all things pass. be well.

cool, thanks for your comment, stay warm

Thanks for your comment, stay warm and toasty, smiles