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The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - Sanatorium, women

Sanatorium, women

by

M A Heathcote

Sanatorium, women
Iím under lock and key
Trap in a web of delirium...
Never to break free
From those sweet interims
Of your loves insanity, misery!

Sanatorium, women
If I hadnít learnt to cry
If I hadnít met with you:
Then I wouldnít have died
Just to breathe
In the emptiness of your; mind.

Sanatorium, women
Am I so glad I died?
In your make believe world
Am I so glad I
Even cried just to fly
Like a yellow winged bird.

Oh, sanatorium, women
Thereís a spiral of incandescent light
Falling through the leaves of green
And a drowning in the night
Of a day never met
Nor sanely seen!

Here Iím drinking in oblivion...
Here Iím drinking in oblivion...
Here Iím dancing with you again
My conjugal insane, Queen!

Sanatorium, women
Iím under your lock and key
Imprisoned in some inner sanctum
Imprisoned in some mysterious bedlam
Never to be free
Never to break; away...

So, sanatorium, women
Whatís my health plan?
Now Iím under your lock and key
Will you freeze me like the snow
And make me your iceman
Till I go.

Oh, my sanatorium, women
Whatís my health plan?
Now Iím growing old
Surely youíll still pacify me
With those sweet interims
Of insanity!

Surely youíll still pacify me
And humour me
And lead me blind
Into my own unfeelingly oblivion
Into my, own; mysterious, bedlam.
In madness consigned.

Watch the pendulum!
The black dog, run around...


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