Sanatorium
Bleak - the ward;
- The ward they keep you in.
I can hear it!
- Growling geriatric grossbeaks!
I left you three oranges
- On the table
Their acid ! Be it blessed !
- Their sweet acridness !
I exit sanatorium
- Through rancid vomitorium.
Couples unnerve me,
- Happy-happy couples ! ...
And I sway alone ...
- Like a swine,
To the music
- Of its dirge ...