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.