on the gurney

the world
is full of snakes.
I feel the green brown
muscles of them
around my feet,
venomous with
dagger teeth.
rats
in the alley,
and bugs with wings
that sting.
disease
and lies
under the guise
of love and faith.
deception is at every
turn.
negative thinking,
bad
people who
pat you on the back
and spit,
crossing themselves
in public
reciting prayers.
pretenders and hypocrites.
betrayal is around
every corner.
dark clouds loom.
the rain
is cold. the snow
deep.
I lie in it.
strapped
to a gurney of a world
gone sour.
there's an IV in my vein.
a mask of air
around my mouth and nose
I yell out
for help,
I weep, I wait for rescue.