cut to the asylum like any prison set and you can forget the Hayes Code
roll up for the hydro-baths, locked up for hours or days, the cast of loonies
real sound turned up, no special effects, no script
Dr Freeman wields lobotomy tools, shock-treatment with Dr Frankenstein
orderlies hosing you down or whatever they desire or take
and you encountered the self that the artist is always watching
watching you failing to live, so you knew this diverse-converse
of the twins on the same journey, not always parallel
two bottles of Scotch on bad days, cold food growing a fungus
on the greasy plate because reading Dr Jung makes sense
alcohol is spiritual for the untenanted
what a finale: tricked as the carer for unfaithful parents
released from Steilacoom ‘unsane’ after being stamped ‘insane’
uncommitted while previously committed
by parental legal seal and signature
the afternoon TV show, the Ford Edsel for appearing
on This is Your Life like an asylum matron, recanting—
just time to write the memoir after reading Emily Dickinson
narrative of unremitting pain, unforgotten drunk-driving charges
from the ever present past, police cells, court appearances
lover after lover, marriages and divorces
as publicity and career profile
cut to a domestic swimming pool, some good neighbours
the last lover (female), and to do death solo off camera
-Kevin Kiely
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