Little Brother Brazen
lives on floor number four
without shoes
the pharmacy is closed
forever indefinitely
like windows
are
up on the fourth floor
Little Puny Palms
hoarded
a wealth of contaminates
swallowing
dosage after dosage
until
an overdosed panic spilled
confession from
his eyes
he was charged
to
green masked men
green masked
women
clear plastic tubes
forced liquid charcoal
to disgorge
rich heaps of self-inflicted
euthanasia
My
Little Brother Brazen
was charged
to floor number four
where Dr. Head
took his windows
and shoes
countermeasure.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
wow.
I don’t know what to say – this is fantastically done. Disturbing, but put together very well.
A bit shuddery. But very strong.
Go ahead, use my name. I don’t care anymore.
Honestly. This stopped me. Tracks.
If only I could describe the reason’s, why’s and thought’s behind my taken aback..
I felt as if you were talking to me. I’m injured still.
Sitting in silence sharing Facebook FAMILY PHOTO’S of MY HOLLYWOOD ma and da, while your words “super ball” around my head.
Not a pretty picture. Soooo uncomfortable and chilled.
some of the others are worse my friend…I must confess that I was in some sort of psychotic mental phase today. Thank you for that comment though. Good to hear from you. I always look forward to your presence!!!
Presents… I only wish.
(ps…. check out the pics we’re putting up on Facebook for my father… the early 50’s never looked so good) You will LAUGH SO HARD. People actually lived like that.
Nicely written! Disturbing and chilling, to be sure, but just the right words fantastically lined up together. Thanks for sharing! : )
Thank you my friend! I hope you continue to read!
You are excellent at what you do…..this has a real life sense to it, Maggie Mae….this makes people ‘hurt’ because it is so real….your ability to convey through this poetic form, is….in a word…..awesome! Thanks.
Wow…what a beautiful compliment. Thank you so much!!
Now I love this poem it flows and has ryhm but not sure if I have a handle on it. đŸ˜‰
Such an incredibly sad narrative – few words, carefully chosen to say so much.
seriously epic… Disturbing, but beautiful in a certain way…
We’re on floor Nr 1, by the way, to prevent us from using the windows as a possible “escape”… *giggle*
*giggle* Interesting…See I have been wondering why the 4th floor?? It was the highest floor….
I see… I see…
Maybe also interesting… I have been in the closed department of a “normal” hospital before I ended up where I am right now, and that was on… believe it or not, the 10th floor. The highest one indeed…
did it have windows?
There were some, but they couldn’t open… and there was some sort of wire in front of them too… (on the outside)