HOSPITAL SOCKS

We pace this place like one and all.

We all pace eventually,

   we’ll all walk these halls.

Our nights have turned elastic.

Our socks shuffle through

   these hospital halls.

Both fresh and frightening

   and funnily familiar.

Fluorescent fixtures flicker

   off the flat-white paint and tile.

That tile, reflecting all of the flickering,

   ALL of the flickering,

   the constant fucking flickering.

      ~nights stretch onward~

Pacing this corridor, 

   more and more,

   gathering the static from the floor.

I wish we could run the world

   on all of this positive energy,

   it's in these halls, 

   it's all around me.

People pushing their personal politics.

   savory and unsavory but,

   pacifistic patients all preach peacefully .

Preaching simple civil rights and justice.

We remain calm by meditating, 

   we journal and write dungeon fan-fics,

   our experiments with poetic justice.

Yesterday was the worst day of our lives

   but tomorrow we'll wake up.

We’ll leave our hospital beds.

Put on our hospital socks

   and we’ll walk these hospital halls.