paying
the ferryman to Samhain
the
madhouses
scream
loops
of
laughter
in
broken mirrors
they
look
for
hollows
in
our eyes
they
say
come
crash
in
the waves
the
sterling suicides
of
reason left alone
at
some bedside
artificially
kept alive
with the wrong kind
of
puppetry
you
say
sometimes
it is
the
kind of pour
that
empties
every
pocket
to
a vacancy sign
of
bones
a
do not resuscitate
bar
code
stamped
to
a chart
that
hangs near
the
sterile curtains
and
fluorescent light
ringing
you
deaf,
dumb and blind
with
attendant needs
preventing
you
from
seeing
the
outside world
looking
inside
your
hospital gown
and
with morning
coming
later
and
later
when
you finally
do
leap in
feet
first
shoe
laces tied
you
do so
without
being
on
somebody’s dare
of
you
to
swim
across
apathy
one
more time
EJR
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