Sanitarium

It smells as if they cut the grass
and left it near our house.

It’s been cut and left alone
to die
and it looks brightly at us.

I have just finished to cut
my nails and that’s why
they probably let me write.

I can see you feeding your babies
in the morning
with carrot juice.

Among us everyone is boring:
one and a half year psychosis,
three month mania.
We feel that someone’s following us
and spots appear on our legs
but we can’t see them.

We don’t want to behave
as you tell
because you let us die
with no glass of water
and you can only advise:

Listen peacefully
the whales’ twittering!