November 19, 2013

• North Amityville Shock

  There was a time many years ago
  When past became present
  He thought he was broken beyond repair
  Dreams an abhorrent reality
  A tunneling of horrifying images
  Middle sleep unable to shed tortured delirium
  Phantasmal hallucinatory visions
  Boiling his brain into a delusionary mash
  Day after night a frightening fearsome purgatory

  They calmed him with a shot and ink-blots
  What did he see in this one?… That one?…
  In the PTSD Weirdo Room they had him count backwards
  One-Hundred… Ninety-Nine…Ninety-Eight…
  When he woke up they made him take a cold shower
  Then wrapped him naked-tight in a large rubber sheet
  Laid him out on the freezing porch for a while
  Before they brought him back to his rock-hard mattress
  In the gloom of one of the four wards

  Next to him the old guy from Auschwitz started up again
  “Rachel…Rachel…Where are you Rachel?…
  Shut the hell up you old bastard somebody yelled
  They cooked her in the ovens you jerk someone else shouted
  After she took the gas another chimed in
  The big black male nurse came in with a flashlight
  “Okay…Okay… That’s enough Mr Rosenberg”
  And stuck him in the ass with a needle
  Everybody shut up but he still could not sleep

  They came for him again the next morning
  The nurse took his blood pressure and temperature
  Then gave him another shot
  They rolled him into the Shock Room
  Strapped him down onto the insulated metal table
  Ankles knees waist elbows wrists secured real tight
  Shoved in a mouth-piece so he wouldn’t bite his tongue off
  Tucked his hair under the rubber cap and put the headset on
  He woke up hours later with one hell of a greased headache

  “Rachel…Rachel… Where are you Rachel”?…

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