Saturday, January 8, 2011


There is an institution, somewhere

i'll be signed into it for a period

and waive rights in order to get treatment

the staff all Women with syringes, sounds,

tapes, rubber tubes, and enema bags

all to tie and invade me, make me new

when i satisfy them, when they work up and go

what am i then but what i'm meant to be

their vessel, object, thing to throw away.