The Cleave Poetry Webzine [ISSN: 1758-9223]

Brainwashed by Nancy Williams Lazar

In submission on December 4, 2008 at 10:04 pm
His monotonous
voice dull as water running
through a pipe
flows from the room
where the night nurse
reads in the hall,
her legs crossed and
kicking.


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.
.
His clothes heaped on
the tile floor of a room
so warm
the walls moan against
a stream of cold from a
broken window
covered over by
plasterboard
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.
.
.
His calls for the
police and the
governor and a
lawyer morph into
a litany on how
many times you
hear the word “bi”
the word “polar”
in a lifetime.
His clothes heaped on
the tile floor of a room
so warm
the walls moan against
a stream of cold from a
broken window
covered over by
plasterboard



.
.
.
.
.
.
His monotonous voice
dull as water running
through a pipe
flows from the room
where the night nurse
reads in the hall,
her legs crossed and
kicking. 

Nancy Williams Lazar worked as a wood-shop manager for 18 years. After her business closed she wrote for The Morning Call in Allentown, Pennsylvania. Her poems have appeared in The Loch Raven Review, Mindfire: War and Peace special issue; and Soundzine, July 2008 Beat Poetry Issue.

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