Lawrence Hall, HSG
A Connoisseur of Clinic
Waiting Rooms
I could regale you with tales of puppy dogs
Painted with matching little argyll vests
And Kodachrome sunsets snapped long ago
Darkness and dust settling on a fading lake
I could detail for you leatherette chairs
In rows beneath the television on the wall
Facing old women shrieking in HD
And years-old magazines that no one reads
A door opens to a whiff of germicide
My name is called – and there’s no place to hide!
No comments:
Post a Comment