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Chris Tusa

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A Retired Voodoo Priestess Dreams Of Revenge From The Psych Ward In Charity Hospital

Only three days and already I loathe this place,
this milk-white morgue, this smiling slaughterhouse,
where girls in straitjackets grow fat on pills,
floating on pale clouds of Clozapine,
sad white angels with their wings lopped off,
their eyes blind as stones rattling in a gris gris bag.

I’ve had it with these nurses, with their dull
white smocks and their hypodermic needles,
the smiling orderlies with black holes for eyes,
their veins pumped fat with steroids,
psychiatrists with the same filthy grins,
talking through their pink Pepto-Bismol ...

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Fear Of Weather

Once a favorite conversation piece,
now something more like a disease.

A weathervane sings, a wind chime clangs.
It’s December, only a slight silver breeze,

but already I’m imagining the tangled
metal of cars, birds falling from the trees.