"What Cooks!"
Why ask me?
Don't you know?
Does it show.
Raining snow.
Shrunken heads and shrunken hearts.
I forgot.
Dr. Fudd or Dr. Freud?
Who's the head shrink?
Throw the hospital's window out in the hall.
It doesn't belong stuck on anyone's wall.
Wait for a fall to hear a telephone call.
You fool, you have missed your medication's meditation.
Run out the door and see if it is on the floor.
Your minds are running like a liquid medication's stream.
Or so it appears to seem.
In someone else's dream..
White is sunlight..
Afternoon is bright.
What is wrong is somehow right.
Dedicated to A. Dudette May 19th 2013
By Jonathan Billet
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