In The State Hospital. by Norman J. Olson

the gray rug screams at shadows

and the florescent lights piss

on cubicle walls. one patient

fucked

another in the ass,

so we write a report.  one patient

tore his testicles off

so

we write another report.  the grim

reaper walks through windows

disguised as

sunlight

the civil servants type and pull the bureaucratic

strings but nothing much happens

fingers click clacking keys

and

lobster claws type

at computer

keyboards.  lost in the

mauve and electric blue glow of

the screen,

half blind

and so radioactive

that they glow, imaginary monsters

lick their purple lips

and

 nothing much happens

Born in 1948, Norman J. Olson is a small press poet and artist from Maplewood, Minnesota.  He has published hundreds of poems and artworks in 15 countries and all over the USA. His web site is:

 http://normanjolson.com/

The World of Norman J. Olson – Drawings and Paintings Norman J. Olson is a small press poet and artist who lives in Maplewood, Minnesota normanjolson.com