||[Mar. 17th, 2007|09:42 pm]
8 or so bees in my bonnet
the doctor that signed me in
was an indian girl not much older than me
she had beautiful henna designs on her hands which i was fascinated by
'i just got married' she smiled
'is he a good man?' i asked
'yes, i think so' she replied
i found a walkman in the waste paper basket
it seemed logical to me
that the first thing i played was
when i arrived i was bitter and twisted
chain smoking like a bastard
and mad as the proverbial bag of frogs
but the atmosphere at the madhouse was calm
lovely calm like lilacs
and rock hard clear like quartz.
i just had to sit and appreciate.
oh the bizarre games of monopoly
with sue , who was want to break out screaming,
eric, who seemed to have his own rule system,
i forget your name now
it's so long ago.
but we were brothers,
i think they'd pulled you in for being off your tits on mushrooms
and you'd quite liked the insane relaxed atmosphere.
we swapped tapes
and pitied the guy that liked to stand
and sing christmas carols
to the window.
you could wave a hand in front of his face,
'hey richard! wanna play monopoly?'
but he was too far gone.