lush
upholstery—
silver
coin buttoned trim,
A
violent submersion—
evoking
shadow’s sight
stucco-spattered
ceiling white—
diffusions
scabrous tainting’s scrawled
retro
accents paneled walls
daggering
deep the squelched shield
behind
a glassy pane, a clockwork’s revealed
praying
for the cuckoo’s song
sixty
minutes long—
paid
to see …
What kind of bad or crazy I must be…
