Plastic Sheet (neatly folded for Dee)
Plastic Sheets
It was all too much on the outside
So easy to slide
Into realms where demons hide
So they take us away so secure
In a van with a Day-Glo door
No sirens scream
And no blood pours out
Nothing tangible
Except the ever-increasing rotting rout
That quarters the mine like bathroom grout
white like bathroom grout
white
clinical
white
I shove my fingers in it sometimes.
Here we are all secure
Under the locked door of electronic guardians
Key code zones and stamped out Zopiclones
Of doctors
white coats demure
And in wings we traipse
In circles straight
And queues
Dragging the burning fuse
We the people you use
We the dirt on paper shoes
We the lost and confused
The temporary stunned
the pilled and the shunned
beloved machines spin round
And what’s inside the machines?
What equation will froth?
From the doctors dissertation dreams
Chemically unkind
Leave me alone so chemically unkind.
Leave me alone
from chemical facts.
leave me alone
you don’t know what your doing
leave me alone
Don’t try to explain
in
Some complex stream some equation
On why in my head, an invasion
Took place.
And reasons
Stacked on reasons
The domain of the brain
So often a chaotic sound
So many glued to the ground
the grind and millstone
Of the circular ward
we turn the stone round
And psychotic sounds
And the demons
They don’t know me anymore
Since your
Green pill
since your
Blue pill
since your
White pill
since your
Monkey trill
May as well be
modern monkeys
youre chrome plated
hand rail cage
hold on to the hand rail
trapse on hold the hand rail
search for inner strength, gone
the hand rail bar
Barred :
in the mental ward
Barred : a simple walk
In a simple park
and then bark some
howl
then pinch some jowel, I’m sagging
barred park
The nurse bitch bark
And stark
The feelings of the caring ones
Contaminated
our own peers
fears of contamination OCD
Some have been in here for years
Forced to change gears of the mind
Forced to adapt to the unstable kind
the unforgiving dreams
In withdrawal a barbed shawl cuts
the hounded
Prisoners on the inside silent
powder kegged grounded tnt
we wait to explode.
A man sites mute next to me
And he utters everything
In one sodden trance.
We spill our food and pee our pants
As he rants the ridiculous
The interstellar
Conspicuous
Invasion of aliens
Then we look at ourselves
Scared .weave .
the basket case
has
taken over.
Sinister my thoughts
Sectioned in courts
They hold their own justice here.
The escape is to prove
That slipping slate of grey
The dislodged thought process system
This display
This display
Before 3 doctors
we beg them to let us leave
Before a ticking watch that cruelly sings
The minutes
If we stray off the grass
They pipe up
And its that voice I always hear last-
A cackling laugh as our heads hit the cast
the shadow of sleep
rolls in fast
The chemical cosh
The fruit cake squash
The demons don’t know me anymore.
We the despairing
You the chemically caring
and the bed
weed the bed
roots
weed
roots
The bed, shoots
the pain
worms, weed
weight gain
burrow, stale
socket
weed
stop it
I’m rooting to it
Routing for it
Wee
The bed
dee, her name said ‘Dee’
pill, rout, weed, sleep
My dignity is fed on plastic sheets
I despise the Laura Ashley pleats
Of the free, nurse name read Dee
mad me calm, tame twee
untied ,going straight
Those ‘itll never happen to me’
Jacket Elite
all folded
I present my plastic sheets
neatly folded for Dee
Jeff Dawson
Thu 26th Feb 2009 19:23
Hi Pete, I'm glad I backtracked or I would have missed your marvellous piece of work. Proud yes, but brave too and your humility is just one of your best assets.
Your enthusiasm and encouragement that you give me to write from the heart is never forgotten, thanks and see you soon mate, Jeff