Dr. Evangelista, Md Poem by James Mullaney

Dr. Evangelista, Md



Your purple nightmare
peopled by neon hairless obscenities
fetid wretches groaning
and Pontiffs bitterly bemoaning a lost faith
has come and gone like a cry in the jungle.
Take your medication.
That will take care of it, Sweet Sue.

Monday, August 29, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: mental illness
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