you opened the casket
& jumped into my song
floating colours of gray
everything floating into repetitiveness
repeat repeat repeat
somber notes of nat king cole
in elevated elevators
drop me off
to the basement please
left foot clicked
right foot clacked
all clapping
cement cinders weighted
on yielding blues
nothing to show
except pocket protectors
to the lonely and insane
is the doctor there
you follow up
then down around
to the alley
last door on the light
he says i’m low
he says i’m high
low as a clown
high as a narcissist
give me my meds
on tuesday
with an order of star magazine
don’t forget
to take out the trash
and buy more milk
with peril
and clean the spies
who stare at shellfish
About the Creator
CE Cormier
Teacher, parent and writer from Canada. I enjoy the outdoors and spending time with family.
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