Her, Committal

That morning the sunlight kept flickering...as if blinking,

Apollonian funnel, you kept taking from it...as per your

blinding leverage.

A resounding boom drew you into being--already a few

beers into it, the morning paper still wearing the scent

of the paperboy's paw.

You wrangled motion, rendering it arrested...to purvey

light years in the offing.

Your family was notified...our families showed--probed

you for lucidity...found its monstrous vacancy.

Your brother coaxed you into his car...thereafter your

mother beheld you, advised you go to the hospital.

Your flock of birds didn't relish the tedium of the

clinical realm...you sprung off.

Mother and brother pursuing you with car, that car must

have seemed an idiotic prop...their voices gyrating slower

than its wheels.

Finally, as you headed toward dangerous traffic, an

ambulance was called...you were helped into it

unceremoniously.

With the lioness pride of a late, great Queen you gave

your feet to your kingdom.

Besmeared in garish makeup...every finger a mood ring,

an anaconda of beaded necklaces round your neck,

bracelets halfway up your forearms...a prefigured rainbow

with a pulse.

You were seated upon your throne in ER , then twenty four

hours later...committed.

Konstantinos Mark