Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Insanity: A Portrait

Here
In this blank room,
A vent breathes air,
Exhales it, to keep everything comfortable.
From somewhere outside, down the hall,
You hear someone singing an opera tune.
In the wall there is an electrical outlet.
"Why do they always have such surprised
Expressions?", you wonder aloud.
You turn to your left, having heard someone speak
Your name. A crack in the wall, moving like
A mouth, begins preaching Christianity to you
In a rusty croak.
Now:
The door opens and in walks everyone.
Will they fit?
Of course they'll fit.
Their chatter is deafening.
But then they all shut up!

One begins shouting,"Visa or Mastercard,
Visa or Mastercard, Visa or Mastercard,
VISA OR
mastercard..."
You begin to cry, but it's O.K.
Everyone turns to sand and water,
And now you are at the shore.

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