Alice in the Asylum: Psychiatric Transcript (Revision 5)

[tectak]

It is this dyslexic language I hate
words that scurry and slink
rearrange themselves before
I can speak.

But somebody killed something,
or something-or-other!
I stand by my story.
No lucid dream
to wake from, I tire
of these suggestions.

So childish to fear the dark
night’s plunge into anonymity.
It is the eyes that draw
the Bandersnatch--
claws that scrape,
claws that catch.

You have removed my vanity—
the need to mince gingerly.
I no longer sit to brush my hair,
nor eat without the ache
within my bones.

This glass isn’t cold as you suspect,
the fire leaks like a warm breath.
I feel the grin float
over my shoulder, the last beacon
to fade away.

Todd, you are a great poet! I've read some of your other poems and wow! I really liked this one especially. Good work!

This is not valid critique. What aspect of the piece affects you and why?What imagery is effective and what leaves you wanting more? How is it that you can read this poem but not the forum guidelines?
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