these words were written in the waiting line
at the pharmacy
where they told me that i had lost insurance coverage
and picking up vital life giving medication
would cost a pretty penny
a $600 bottle of seroquel was
not possible
a sign made itself so clear so real
i could almost hold it in my hands
bold black letters
just pointed to the obvious
and before my next procedure
on monday
he will ask
how are things
and ive always been honest upfront no holds barred
but im never going back
to a psychiatric hospital
again
without a court order
and im sure he will present one
in person
with the handcuffs behind his
back
(9/16/09)
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