Everybody is wretched
In the cold, electric blue clinic
Of my Mind.
I throw Judgment
Like needles pulsating with
Antibiotic.
To immunize my Self
And my glandular ruminations
Against the quotidian Noise.
Through shiny clouded Glare
Their bodies seem as walking sticks
As upright as words…
And just as lethal.
Come just a little closer
It won't hurt but a tickle..
Let me stick this needle...
In your Ear.
