Loose balls drop-in bowls of piss left from the night before by men who howl at full moons in Manhattan’s midnights…..cursed….cursed….cursed…..

Nurses and psych-techs keep order in disorder….criminally crazy…or….just plain nuts…..patients play-out pasts….no life in the present…

Some silent…..not willing to show or tell a soul ’bout the brother’s act of rape…..a constant loudness in houses of addiction….abuse.. …no understanding…..No wonder he ran away…..

It is morning on 12 West…..Buenos dias….yes….Buenos dias indeed….Breakfast trays passed out….coffee dispersed…..and food rejected, I said I want a fried-egg sandwich….can’t you people get anything right?…..Fuck this….I’m going home, but, there is no home….

And this is what I do…..observe and report….just sit quietly and observe and report….