Sectioned

by Laura Lamarca   Nov 12, 2007


Blackcurrant braces
vomited apples
in hangover hue
of skag and base traces,
as lining stripped to
trip and confuse ~

amusing the masses of
small-minded infliction.

Paramedics speed to stem
the bleed of internal
destruction of narcotics spite,

addictions plight rears
ugly deeds as rehab
raises rejection.

Learning answers to
futility's burn and insanity
is slung to the wind,

reasons rescind to
taunt and tease
no honest case...

no start to begin.

Madness shouts, in curses
spouts of bullshit
borne of boredom, in
Largactyle strains shot to
restrain in veins of voiceless shell.

Padded cell mayhem of
cold turkey hell, confinement
clutched in resentments to dwell
'mid plastic alight to pearl
one's fright, snooker cue's fight...

in fear, I fell.

Bathplugs removed, no hanging
light switches, ditching danger
of suicide's self-harm ~

funny farm placement of
furrowing faces, displaced
frowns of deeper depths.

Catatonic nurse of masculinity
dispersing falsities in flirty actions,
causing reactions to puke
on raised hairs, unawares of
position held...violating to abuse.

Observations follow destinations
to walk through chalk-drawn images,
on hook to wall,
in shock-treatment crawls...

fused feelings stroking
professional muses.

Questions of who
and when or where
scrawled upon tiles of
eternity's halls,
in endless echoes of
forgotten smiles, in throes of
torment that
thrashed for escape.

Solace always sought but
never found in grounds
of scenery's serenity, as
sadness swallowed
its peace and pride to
hold thoughts of flight inside

and heeded woes of inmates'
repose on shoulders of
agony's embrace, as eyes
pleaded, to beg and beseech,
preaching tales
to asylum's tired face

as faith gripped
lino on corridors' floor to
find freedom forevermore.

Yet certificates stated sanity
intact, as self was shafted
behind solid closed doors ~

a prisoner captured, caught
and untaught...

fallen victim of
a sectioned system.

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