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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


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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

Pete Crompton

Thu 22nd Jan 2009 02:36

Winston, that means so much, you just dont know.
Thank you.
Very often come close to knocking it on the head, times like this, lifts the spirit, i doubt all the time, somehow it felt right, glad you liked, it moves me what you said, i respect your views, I love this community for what it brings to us all
thank you for being a part of it
im so glad I hung in else i would not know people like yourself and all the others tonight.

its quite a bond we are building
something solid for us all to work with

superb
great work at WOL SALE tonight from us all
a big success

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winston plowes

Wed 21st Jan 2009 23:47

Heard this tonight at Sale WOL and yes... be proud. Be proud of this. Be proud of delivering it tonight and be proud of what you are and what you are doing. Tonight it stopped the rain from falling for a few minutes. Winston

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Chris Dawson

Tue 20th Jan 2009 10:29

Fantastic piece of work, and well read. Agree with you completely about talking about mental illness - having been involved with it for most of my life - self, daughter, other relatives, friends - everyone a different label - everyone an amazing survivor - I think the whole world is touched by madness and possibly, we're the sane ones. Seen it from the other side too - I used to be a psychiatric nurse at Prestwich Hospital.
With love,
Cx

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clarissa mckone

Tue 20th Jan 2009 05:44

You have such a nice voice, hearing it put me in a trance like sleep mode, that I needed very much.I understand this poem from both sides, been there, worked there.I think the pills can be a problem. Not sure why other people get to label others, or judge. I think most that are in need to be out. Not sure it helps, for most, they just need suport and love and understanding. Sure its hard, for some to give that,but needed. Nice poem, a subject that could be done many times, so many walk around in pain.xx

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shoeless

Tue 20th Jan 2009 02:38

It was all too much on the outside
So easy to slide
Into realms where demons hide


yeah tis ,,, , if your heart breaks folks force you to rest it . somehow it doesnt always work like that with your head .
people seem to want to snap it out of itself

Pete Crompton

Tue 20th Jan 2009 01:20

the poem is about the group as opposed to the individual, I was aware most of the time.

sick of people with silly mental health 'dont talk about it' taboos, its as bad as sex, tut

Pete Crompton

Tue 20th Jan 2009 01:17

no it relates to that.
I was in for a while.
never ashamed
but proud.

I also lost my ex to similar
hurt like hell
we both disintigrated for a while
made some things stronger

for me, it had to be done.

I'm sorry if this has lifted the silt a bit Gus, perhaps we can have another uber pub chat
loved the chat last time

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Gus Jonsson

Tue 20th Jan 2009 01:00

grief pete... I lost my ex to Schizophrenia and this what it felt like on the outside looking in.... if your poem relates to some other sectioned malaise please forgive me ...I just can't get past this transportation.......
hurts..really hurts,,,,,,well crafted
fondest always
Gus

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