fire hazard

the water level

is rising around

the clogged drain;

dried tears and

saliva

kidnapped

by loving women

have blocked the exits.

i showered where crazy people

lived and recovered.

i ate beside them

without utensils

and instructions.  

i stood in line with them,

waiting for our measured

doses.

i sat next to them

watching

images on a screen

while they pissed

on the floor.

i read the new yorker

while they laughed

at the voices in their head.

we held our pants

and shorts

up

with our left hands

because

our belts were taken

and our right hand

was searching

for the handles

hiding

in the darkness.

it’s interesting

where a

broken heart

can lead you.

-JDR-

exit wrong floor

And

just

like that,

the

inspiration

was gone.

days went on

for weeks,

months passed,

years disappeared;

he died in his sleep

dreaming about her.

he should’ve said

something on

that elevator

instead of watching

her get off on a

different level.

doors closed.

the doors closed,

but never the memory.

-JDR-