twenty-five hunched
pigeon-chested little men
run naked
across the cobbled winter courtyard
to the bathroom
dip
dip
dip
in and out
of the peninsula bath
one is fecal
for him
the shower
and a stiff scrubbing brush
on a four-foot long
extended handle
to prevent splash-back
onto the nurse
the room is steam
and smell
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry Pt 2 - student daze.
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So sad.
I perhaps should have warned that this series is quite unrelenting as it covers the journey.
Frank,
I know it is sad! Unfortunately, it is reality!
I do appreciate your writings! It makes us realize how fortunate and blessed we are...even with our own issues!
Thank you, my friend!
~Laura~
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