A Day in the Hospital – Part Two

This is based on a detail of a mural on Clarion Alley in San Francisco

 

I cross from
12 to 12:30
down to L.A.
to the flatlands

to
eternal youth

or
perhaps

a snicker.

I am a file pulled as

a case

and these four walls

merge in a night of

fear,

lost in smoke…

Nicotine?

Who is at rest?

My Mother tapped

my skull

and my brain

spilt out

dendrites to

the nearest

star

wrenched from skin:

dissected.

RG (c) 2015

Source: A Day in the Hospital – Part Two


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