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Dreams of Leaving (got to get out)

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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 of the mind
white like bathroom grout

clinical

I shove my fingers in it sometimes.

Here we are all secure
Under the locked door of electronic guardians
closed circuit tv
Key code zones and stamped out Zopiclones
Of doctors
and nurses with no white coats
they wear blue pullovers
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
spanner jammed the works
and the beloved machines don’t spin round


Chemically unkind
Leave me alone so chemically unkind.
you administer

Leave me alone
from chemical facts.
SSRI and DOPAMINE
don’t be mean
your dopamine
(repeat x 2)

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, this invasion
Took place.

And reasons
Stacked on reasons
The domain of the brain
a chaotic sound
glued to the ground
the grind and millstone
Of the circular ward
we turn the stone round
flower power
psychotic sounds
the demons
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
rattling our NHS chrome cages

hold on to the hand rail

search for inner strength, gone
rage, calm
gone
in the mental ward
a simple walk
In a simple park, they escort us out
if were good girls and boys
and then bark some
howl
then pinch some jowel, I’m sagging
medication barred park
The nurse bitch bark
And stark
The feelings of the caring ones
Contaminated
our own peers
I see the fear in the visitors
Some have been coming here for years
Forced to change gears of the mind
to adapt to the unstable kind
the hounded
Prisoners on the inside silent
powder kegged
grounded TNT
a chemical
we wait to explode.

A man sites next to me
utters everything
In one sodden trance.
We spill our food and mess our pants
As he rants the ridiculous
The interstellar
Conspicuous
Invasion of aliens
Then we look at ourselves
and wonder who's taken us over


Sinister thoughts, ridiculous rage
they Sectioned me in courts
held their own justice in  here.
a parade
Before 3 doctors
downgrade me
I beg them to let us leave
to the back beat a ticking watch sings
cruelly the days countdown
try not to stray off the grass
shut out
the 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 any more.

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
nurse name said ‘Dee’
pill, rout, weed, sleep
speak to me
dignity fed up on plastic sheets
I despise the pleats
mad me calm, tame twee
sweating sheets hate the pleats
arrange your pleats
untied ,going straight
Those ‘it'll never happen to me’
Jacket Elite
all folded

praying for some sleep
it’s a 50/50 bet
im a big fan of Egyptian cotton
but these plastic sheets make me sweat
I hope they let me sleep
I need to get out of here
hope they let me sleep
I got to get out of here
out of here
I have to get out of here
I gotta
gotta get out of here
id like to
they said I may
I gotta get out of here
they don’t let you out of here
I need to get out of here
mum take me out of here
mum
mother?
mum
take me out
those, will they , I gotta
gotta
they….., the sheets
pills
I want to sleep
the ducking plastic pleats
pills
on the sheets
they dressed the sheets
nurse knitted pleats in me
I have to get out of here.

I present my plastic sheets

neatly folded
now can I get out of here?






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winston plowes

Fri 27th Feb 2009 10:29

More coments left on your email address Pete. Winston

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sian howell

Wed 25th Feb 2009 23:43

Hi Pete having worked in the Community Mental Health field quite a while ago I can really identify with the very stark character images in your piece. Particularly the depiction of thought processes that the character has was very accurate. Working in the community meant that I only ever saw clients on a voluntary basis but many of them had been through horrendous experiences during their 'stay' in hospital and the word "compliance" a term that Mike refers to is certainly a term that I was well aware of and was loaded with undertones of control and management. Quite frightening that people with mental health needs can become so lost in a system apparently designed to help them. sian x

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Rod Whitworth

Tue 24th Feb 2009 16:16

Thanks for posting this, Pete.
It's still powerful on the page. Some strong images and great turns of phrase. And the terrific build-up of desperation to get out.

By the way, I'm now going to post the one you THOUGHT I'd read on Sunday.

Best wishes,Rod

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shoeless

Mon 23rd Feb 2009 21:52

i heard this last night as you know ,
it was stunning , your reading was heart stopping pete

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winston plowes

Mon 23rd Feb 2009 21:45

Hi Pete, this poem seems to have grown into what now is an epic and difficult raw journey for the reader. you have managed here to bottle the darkness in a jar... which can't be ignored and if brought out into the light is still a black jar. Stayed in my head all day

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Gus Jonsson

Mon 23rd Feb 2009 11:51

Hi Pete
Thanks for that...would love to Co Host with you ...couldn't think of anyone better... I have a venue in mind for a permanant home...but am still open to other suggestions... I think You would bring ,and I would certainly support and imput in a new and creative partnership presentation. The only small draw back that has slowed me down is that in a few weeks I will need to be hospitalised, albeit a short stay..therafter the worlds me oyster as they say....If you're interested give perhaps we can meet up for a drink and discuss.
email me.
Gus

Pete Crompton

Mon 23rd Feb 2009 11:19

Val, Mike, Chris = Thank you!

Mike,
Never sure wether its too public or appropiate to respond on the comments boxes,i'm fine with it, i think you are.

I'm really sorry to hear the fight is still raging. I know that theres big battles going on 4 you. I hope that the poetry is continuing to help as it does me. I know talking helps, I hope I can be an ear for you somehow. I always have the deepest respect for anyservice man and always the time for anyone who wants to talk. You have the skill to get thru, you may or may not know that people are thinking of you, even ones you dont even know, they are there, I hope the light gets thru, try something totally new this week, do something very simple, but totally new, see what happens. Your poetry is powerhouse.

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Chris Dawson

Mon 23rd Feb 2009 11:04

Good work.
Cx

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Val Cook

Mon 23rd Feb 2009 10:11

Pete ,your performance and poem last night at Middleton was outstanding. Powerful yet sensitive.Having worked in the NHS for 36years your poem is still in my head, sadly nothing changes.

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Noetic-fret!

Mon 23rd Feb 2009 03:10

Hi Pete, sorry I couldnt make it to the Olde Boars Head last night. For reasons you write above I wasnt well enough to recite anything. Just a temporary glitch. Occasionally PTSD manifests itself in ways akin to your poem. Nightmares etc. This poem I can really empathise with. For I, for all my service career (and coping with this thing we call society), have spent time on these wards. I do think in the main, a lot of psychiatric patients are not necessarily treated that well. And the language the health professionals can be somewhat daunting. For example, they use the word 'comply', with regard to taking your meds or not. 'Did the patient comply?' If you look the word up in the dictionary, it means 'Yield'. How are survivors and sufferers of a society that put them there in the first place, supposed to 'Yield', within the sphere of society that dictates those that disagree be placed. I think you get my drift. I have been unwell in the past, and have seen many sufferers. Most just needed some love and a hug and empathy, not lingo that frightens in environments akin to a prison. Nice work blue. Speak soon
mike

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