St. Vincent's - Poem #9

A Poem by toritto

I can almost hear them
down in the basement
across the street
plotting.

Almost hear them.
I know who they are.
Think they can fool me
But they’re wrong.

I see them watching.
Plotting.
Got to get to St. Vincent’s.
Get a sandwich.
Got to get a sandwich at St. Vincent ‘s.

Sometimes I can see them through the walls
in the basement
talking on that radio.
Getting instructions.
Mustn’t let them know
I know.

Can hear them see them.
Hope it don’t rain tonight.
Hope it don’t rain. Nice night.
Not too cold. Nice night.

Why won’t they leave me alone?
Can’t leave.
They will follow me and find out.
Where I stay. Where I go.
Stay here. Must stay here.
With my stuff.

Can’t leave.
Nice night. Not too cold.
Got to get a sandwich.
At St. Vincent’s.

Why are you looking at me?
One of them.
They come out at night.
Stay in the basement in daytime
think I don’t know.
Come out to carry out plans
from that radio I can hear it.
Making me blind.

The light is too bright.
Why are they shining that light?
Hear them in my head.
Telling me what to do.

“Come on move.
You can’t sleep here
Want to go to the shelter?
No?
Well move!
And take your s**t with you!”

This is their plan.
Must know I know about
the basement. The radio.
Trying to make me move
so they can follow me.
See where I stay.
Where I go.
Got to get a sandwich.

They’re scaring me tonight.
I would go to my sister’s house
but they would follow me.
Can’t go. Can’t.
Got to get a sandwich. St. Vincent….