Relaxation Methods r Bogus
Relaxation Methods r Bogus
I have a number of hearts that beat one three oh
and so you tell the doctors that I’m a
‘nervous child, with a habit of becoming unstrung’.
I am under arrest at twelve thirty to one every five days
reading out sedative texts which dictate
that my ‘bare feet’ are ‘brushing’ against ‘emerald
blades of grass’ – they are sinking into ponds
and being ‘stroked’ and ‘caressed’ in the ‘gentle’ breeze.
This doesn’t work and my heart doesn’t work,
I think it’s because maybe these asinine texts
make me cringe.
In October or November I hang out on a white sheet, in a
white box with white friends and white supervisors.
They tell me you are wrong, that I’m not a
‘nervous child, with a habit of becoming unstrung’.
I am nonchalant about the catheters, anaesthetic and lasers,
but cautious of you and should tell the doctors that you’re a
‘callow man, with a habit of becoming drunk and disorderly.’
wow, love this
