CLUSTER-FUCK
This is about what it is like when you get four mental health patients in the room together:
We gather like the sterile uses of triage
under the floor of the Y-
Mental Health cases lurking
together, murmering to each
other in vile incandescents
openly feeling the real
end of minds reflections
who knows what prompts
our mouths to speak
another language unknown to God
but felt through the synapses
to be real and true
as we peer through the undergrowth
looking for a likemind
who responds with inclement
howls of deceit and motivation
sharing insanities like dustcloths
covering up the cracks
with mascara and dye
wearing leather not denim
for the tattoos respond better
drumming on my mind
demanding my attention
I have only time for you, sweet genius
who knows it all but for proof
yields only a deck of tarot cards.
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 