Plastic faces, remembered places
Glass doors, locked rooms,
keys on wrists, dirty halls,
Smoked filled break room
That seals your doom.
Dresser nailed to the wall
The roommate's mind is too small
Imaginary dust to be flushed
It's escape or die
Drown or survive.
As a speck of dust
In swirling water I go
Travelling a sewer system
I have to follow.
Down to the sharp rocks
Far far below.
A counter of glass, a board full of names
To the guards it's all a game.
The mistake was telling an atheist mind
The writer was suicidal,
A rare type to find.
Hauled off in an ambulance
It's a long way-want to dance?
One claimed to be a lawyer,
Another thought he was Raymond Chandler.
What was she doing here?
I think she'd best meander.
A computer programmer in on 'vacation'
One claimed to work in aviation
All insane, none of them lazy
They work hard lacing the daisies.
A brick bed lays out the catatonic dead
"I work for the president" she said.
"President of what" I asked
"The United States, of course" she replied.
"Then cart me off to the pearly gates" the girl commented.
"They'd never do that" She exclaimed in shock.
"Then I'll have to do it myself" she said as she looked at the clock.
Back in the room she conjured a spell
No one must see, or ever tell.
"A fine talent" the conscience uttered
"Dust to dust" was all she muttered.
A fine speck of dust she soon became
On some clothing of the roommate insane.
The Avenger