The Shrink And Serial Killer
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: December 31, 2001

Elves and dwarfs and midget’s,
In pink, black and blue
Have square pockets that house tiny little keys
Which unlock of large dorms
Gaining access to the deepest furrows
Of my mind
Through the trillions of tiny but detailed staircases
Being painted on by Dali, and Rousseau
Among the invisible bullets
And the multiple stab wounds
Which have not yet made their mark
He searches for reason
Reason which is chained up and gagged
In the deepest and darkest corner

The keys he uses to open the chains
Are all the wrong ones
Their sizes too big, too small
And only I know the perfect dimensions
Piles of keys, stacks of questions
Like a chipmunk at a nutshell
He attempts to pry me open
Thinking he knows something
That I don’t