hallucination inventory

by dm gillis

the voices stand on the corner
of Brain Street and Soul
dressed like Sid and Nancy
laughing at the pills and voodoo

one whispers the
garden is an abattoir this
door has slammed for centuries
better the shame you know
you are the false sum

what else do you hear?
the psychiatrist asks
I hear you, I say
and he clicks his pen
the office is falling into him

his black hole gravity
is different than mine