General Hospital Unwired

General hospital
Is not a good place to be sick

Endless naked walls
Barred with silver chromed sleeping zones

Pots of coloured, flowery cheer
Like gummy toothpaste squeezed from a thankless tube
Fresh-minted momentary zing to
Clean the mouth
For a moment

Cries of pain pasted on silence
Sometimes
Only sometimes
They are yours

But then
There is the celluloid General Hospital
Where the loved
And the loveless
Meet for a daily corroboree
They dance
And they sing
And they drum
All thoughts of General Hospital sickness
Obliterated?