Schizophrenic Waking - Poem by Thomas Dorman
Waking up after over half a day -
Having been to father's,
Confession box'd my sins in
& saw through the grate.
Not a man, but a mere boy
Getting his lusty kicks,
A fledgling stallion trying his hand.
I remanded this perversity,
All dressed in obsequiousy,
Begging for his life, he
Abandoned his evidence.
Into the golden loom of morn'
Greeting smiles from the girl
With woven hair, &
We shared a smoke.
But I awoke,
Spacious area, (suspicious aura)
empty grey matter,
questionable proportionate reality;
At snail's pace, downstairs
And fromward my eyes met another:
A deep burnished, shimmering lime
Stone stare, petrifying,
Slanted brows into famished malevolance.
I smiled a junkie smile,
A hopeless grin that says it all.
And sat down
And sparked up.
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