scratched walls,
horrifying screams,
of dreams,

electric chair stupor,
in the boudoir,
breathing lunar air,
it’s a psychotic affair.

dilated pupil,
the brain was being a cupel,
men in white coats,
injecting drugs,
in bodies like slugs.

soaked bodies in bath tub,
gazing on the ceiling reading what’s written up.
loonies conspiring against the medic,
through the power of psychedelic.

eyeing each doctor from the corner of their eye,
sitting on their chairs high.
burning with desire,
cold as a wire.

the breakout began at noon,
headed by a loon.
followed by a goon,
in the end of june.

the loons,
wanted to escape to the desert dunes,
running away from the chemical fumes,
dodging exhume.

electrocuted,
injected,
infected,
discarded and rejected.

the loons had taken over,
the goons had won.
they were stun.

terrible turn of events,
it was all in their mind tents,
still sulking on the beds and their wheel chairs,
dreaming of the answers of their prayers.