Asylum Elsewhere Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Rust busted radiators leak,
paint peals, mould sodden streak,
sharp mice, beneath bleak floorboards, squeak,
cussed end result must reek.

Warped window panes, if not antique,
are holey, ghost doors creak,
we’re far, too far, from chic boutique:
foreclosed by saudi sheik.

Distraught port inmates would not speak
to starboard cliques for pique
between confined straitjacket geek
was standard stress technique.

Far from U.S. Idol physique,
mindless bimbo bubble pipsqueak
with feeble false playboy mystique
in polished pannelled salon teak
beneath Yosemite peak
poor former residents would seek
refuge from self but wreak
self-destructions final tweak
to strife life barred and bleak.

Cares, hassle, unfair coarse critique
is to ghost hunters left, minds weak
still weather on, though up the creek,
unspeakable memories peak.

Quarrels rose, blows followed, shriek,
where each would 'justice' seek.
None survived for many weeks,
asylum elsewhere lost souls seek.

(2 June 2013)