May 22, 2024Poem
Home for the weekend.
politicstimemortality
Home for the weekend.
He sat with a suitcase packed
Waiting by the door
He waited there all afternoon
He’d waited there before
They would come to claim him
They would not leave him here
To face convulsive therapy
Incontinence and fear
He saw the whitecoats coming
He saw the gates of hell
He saw the angels leaving
With the ringing of a bell
He packed a bag and waited
They will never leave him here
To squander his delusions
On cold custard
And warm beer.