Franks Psychiatry 2 #17: where the air

Frank Prem

when it rains out there
we smoke
in here

 

thirty of us

 

gradually
the dayroom fills
smoke descending from the ceiling

 

until the only air available
is gasped
by lying full length
on the floor

 

but still
we smoke

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 26th, 2018 00:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry Pt 2 - student daze
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Comments3

  • Goldfinch60

    Yep, been there, back in the seventies and eighties you would have to shout a persons name to see if he was in the office as you could barley see through the room.

    • Frank Prem

      Those were the days, GF!! Those were the days.

    • Laura🌻

      Frank,
      Another peek of a snippet of the days gone by! Your words in response to GF’s remind me of Mary Hopkin’s rendition of “Those were the days my friend, We thought they’d never end...”!
      Thank you for the share!

      ~Laura~

    • Frank Prem



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