Do they put motor oil in it?
or is it impatience
that deadens the taste?
Waiting rooms with big fish tanks,
and cold hard plastic chairs
have me mesmerized in speckled linoleum
wishing I were dead,
but the impending sentence,
is borne to me with free radiator sludge,
siphoned through a straw
to my nerves which don’t need it,
my tongue which doesn’t want it,
though my hands are glad for an alternative