Atmosphere Green 

Marine aquarium, bubbling filter machine; 

Broken recliners...bleached with chlorine. 

Sense of static from a television screen; 

Cozy Wallpaper…Atmosphere Green. 

As a fragile teen, this was my scene of refuge. 

Stranded in no man’s land, no latitude or longitude, 

Brain scans show, even with my frontal lobe removed,  

I am still off the charts in IQ. 

They see walls; I see weaponry.  

They stare at the ceiling,  

I think about the ventilation. 

They take a walk; I take the opportunity, 

Almost making it back to civilization. 

Immunity from sentence, 

Though none from insulin treatment, 

Driven to the last boundary… 

A razor wire fence; 

Back to the cuckoo’s nest, 

Only this time in a forensic test.