what did you do today

you
what did you do today

well I
got abused
by my mother

and you
what did you do
today

I hospitalised
my father

she did it
for her own true sake
had to keep
some control

and I did it
for his very own good
he doesn’t like it
but
that’s the way

it’s just the way

you
what did you do today

I slammed the door shut
on the old house

and what did you do
today

I put the key
in my pocket
where it will stay

and if the door doesn’t
open up
again
that’s for the best

the key
well I think it right
to keep it safe
in my control

hey
what did you do today
was it anything
like me

did you wander
to the Nursing Home
or the Hospital

did you pull the shutters
closed
on old old lives
like I did

I bet you didn’t

I hope you didn’t

I wish
you never have to

like
today


© Frank Prem, 2017

Poem #34: a moment of memory

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laughing

the big man laughed
with a big man’s laugh
HA HA HAHA HA
HA HA HAHA HA

his belly trembled
and the earth
re-bound
jiggled and jangled
to that resonant sound

HA HAHA HA
HA HAHA HA

a little old lady
had a little old laugh
tee hee teehee hee
tee hee teehee hee

her shoulders shook
and the clock unwound
chimes started tingling
all around this town
tee hee teehee hee
tee hee teehee hee


© Frank Prem, 2016

a long wave

my poem today
is an empty space

where voice should be

.

.

.

.

there is silence

long waves
play the old hits
on a radio
push the weather
around the planet

but there is no wave
where my verse
should reside

just static charges
(by the proton)
for nothing

there is emptiness
where my poem should be

hello hello

is life alive
out there

hello hello

I hear the echoes
resounding
from better days

recitals read
one
after another

hello hello

hello hello

where is my poem
today
I can only hear
the sounds of the space
that it used to fill

blown away
by a long wave


© Frank Prem, 2017

Poem #31: yesterday?

the time traveler reflects

travelling back
through time
is such a drag

don’t you agree

oh
it has its uses

that
I know

small corrections
here and there

smoother trails
into the sunset
that can’t be changed

yeah yeah
yeah

but
don’t show yourself
to younger you

don’t reveal your face
to anyone
you know

to anyone
you once knew

lest they double-take
and change
the big continuum
of space
and then-and-there
or here-and-now

god help you
if you show
just once
who you are
to anyone at all
that could matter
in your life

maybe
in their life

and
how are you to know

yaah
it’s over-rated
so
why don’t you
and I
settle down somewhere
right now

and get to know
what this little moment
brings

to the full
and without regrets
that might need
a tweaking
later

there is really
nothing
later

let’s do it
now


© Frank Prem, 2017

Poem #30: the time traveler reflects

like rain

from above
there is little to note

his progress is
steady
as though slowly moving
through snow

from below
silver white
in an expanse
flecked with continent shapes
that stretch
seemingly forever

occasional blue patches
glimpsed momentarily
then swallowed up
again

it is when on the level plane
looking across
that he is revealed

his legs working
feverishly

frantic

a blur of motion
working

updownupdownupdown

ceaselessly
hardly pausing in their
apogee-perigee
relationship
with the whisping cloud

his momentum forward
is a stutter-step
like a wound mechanical

a clockwork toy
focused
on a breathless traverse
that will not tolerate
a stall
a hiccup
a hesitation

driven

updownupdownupdown

for should he stop
suffer a failure
of impetus
he knows

knows surely

he will fall


© Frank Prem, 2017

Poem #29: the time traveler reflects

prepare your home

check your doors
the winter is coming

I’ve been where
the wind
weeps
and it moans

the song that it wails
is a cold chill
and growing

one of these days
it’s going to blow
through your home

have you closed
the gaps?

are your windows
shuttered?

listen to the wind
it’s crying
be warned

I sing the song
with the wind
of winter

oh
wo-wo-wo

I sing along

will you sing with me
from your warm
just watching

as the wind keens
high
it’s moan

oh
wo-wo-wo

wo-wo-wo


© Frank Prem, 2017

Poem #28: like rain

still its creature

Psychiatry 5: Hostel Life – Poem 74 – Final


in aftermath
it seems so clear

there are few mental health
happy endings

and there are no
simple cures

there’s just the risk
of cynicism
among repeat offenders
with bad habits

and minds that won’t
take the time
to learn

there’s only so much
before enough
of trying to change worlds

enough of listening
catching flak
and shouldering tears

of bearing
other people’s burdens

there is no room
no role
for heroes

this is mental health
and all it requires is you
and I
to be its creatures


© Frank Prem, 2016

Back to Poem #1

Psychiatry 6: epilogue

This is the final, very brief, section of the psychiatry memoir.

Thank you to all those who have read the set, and so often given comment and feedback. It is much appreciated.

There may be a few stray poems that I will add to the set as I find them in the archives.

 

The final section begins (and ends) here.

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