Love is a needle in the ass

Love is a needle in the ass

When you are psychotic
Love is a needle in the ass
It’s a bed where you can’t move
For fear of being strapped down
Love is a shower you were forced
Into and a towel thrown over your head
Love is antiseptic hallways
Where lunatics roam
Screaming with multiple heads
Roaring in different pitches
Love is big eyes and decaf with
Powdered milk
There is this certain smell
In these places
Like bleach and coffee
And mint and paper products
All mixed together
And the Dr. I talked to had an
E.T. pin and I thought she was
From another world
Like the world outside
White is the color of death
And evil
I remember movies playing backwards
And screaming in terror at the blank
Eyes of the windows as they gazed
At my humiliation
To mad is to be creative
And desperate…
The drum circle was fun though…