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WARDS OF TALKING
Wards of talking
A mental home for the madmen
with minds caged
Cigarette butts backdrop
The black and white floortiles
squared
Words waste wonder
While we whisper
we whisper behind his back
Bitching the boy beyond
Pizza and beer
Our stained speed minds
and traffic courts
Wards of talking
In which we wonder with
paled white faces veiled
black
sensitivity we have hidden or lack
Where is that boy now
Out of our rain
Laughing at our lipstick eyeliner and pain
Running down deeper
Damp hallways
Allies bleeding of animal leather lust
In the cold gray slabs of prison cells
Outside the wards of talking
Saner than the sane ones caged in
Self imprisonment and chains
Linking to one another only by hair veils
Black bloodshot eyes
cigarette butts the darker backdrops
of floortiles squared
Saner than the sane
Wards of talking
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