How will you find him? I’ll go to the hospital
With fresh air
and space to breathe
Here they vaccinate me
for phobias, contempt
for hate and envy
I came
to be anti-(s)trained
by shadows in the corridors
my history roaming the floors
too gross to bear
as the antennae’s stare
I cry for help
and nobody’s there…
But history’s hiccup
is here to pick me up
from the ground
surrounded be a crowd
I assume a vertical posture
and my backbone
and a heart of stone
will be cured
by transplantation
without anesthesia
without some slimy MDs
possessing my sleeping body
VHS-ing a sleeping beauty
I sit in peace
I’m not even bothered
because Uncle Paranoia
and Big Brother
are protecting me
(11.2022 , Luzentum )
