The Treatment

you said you didn’t want it
so they had to give you The Treatment
and you reacted just a bit
which meant they had to give you more

The Treatment proceeds by primitive thought
keeping you where it needs
you’re quite quite caught
whilst knowing and kind to everyone else

to everyone else, just a little bit scared
at all this fuss, moss found on your stone
so who would want to roll
toward The Treatment

The Treatment proceeds by primitive deeds
locking you in to its torts
how might quite feeds
whilst knowing and kind to everyone else

to everyone else, who just did not see
that look over shoulder, invisible, of glee
his calling card as you entered lamb
from Grand Inquisitor, Treatment Land

A position recognised the first time you meet,
he didn’t like that, despite flashing his teeth
right at your parents’ hearth, what cheek,
turning and kind to everyone else

The Treatment proceeds, ah well, its all part,
labelling everything else but not itself
truth labelled libel forgets witches may melt
never quite just what it says, The Treatment

and even when you see this as just, what it is,
your identification with degradation they’ve proved
primitive self you’re chemically kept, lied to, abused
knowing and kind to everyone else

to everyone else you’ve let yourself go,
despite all their help not because
The Treatment proceeds however it wants
unlike yourself, clearly you need, The Treatment

A. H / K. H-H (18th November 2019)

Horror Story

my double bind ever thrice
twice wound then twisted
nice and tight
. . .

lie tired

where do they come from
these rules that hide the sun

with promises they bind you
run true their maze rat run

. . .