Dave Crashed Into the Cuckoo’s Nest, Part VI

A Week Fighting to Get Out of the Mad House: An Epic Poem in 7 Installments

Photo by Mateus Campos Felipe on Unsplash

[Typed the mornings of September 20-21, 2022 from notes written in crayon the previous week while on an involuntary hold at the psych ward at Pacific Grove Hospital in Riverside, California after a ketamine infusion therapy to treat the PTSD went bad, leaving the Poet more suicidal and self-hating than before it began, prompting the doctor to insist on a “5150” 72-hour hold.]

Check out part I here:

Dave Crashed Into the Cuckoo’s Nest, Part I

Part II:

Dave Crashed Into the Cuckoo’s Nest, Part II

Part III:

Dave Crashed Into the Cuckoo’s Nest, Part III

Part VI:

Dave Crashed Into the Cuckoo’s Nest, Part IV

Part V:

Sunday

8:01 AM

Waffle for breakfast,
Still feeling tired,
The Thorazine?

Better than hyper-aroused

Psychiatry more art than science

SPIRAL DRAWING

“The ‘Judeo-Christian Tradition’ can be used to justify any public policy by any group.”

-	M. Lind, page 151, Up from Conservatism

Started The Dead Sea Scrolls and the Christian Myth by John M. Allegro

Argues a link between Essenes and Christianity.


9:45 AM

Charlies is free style rapping and he’s not bad.
Outside again but going to go back in and call Jere back.
He couldn’t talk because he was on the toilet.
Nice of him to answer.

10:28 AM

Still outside, I just beat Brandon at Cornhole,
A more difficult game than it appears

3 points for in the hole
2 for the rim
1 for the board

14 people out here – more than I’ve ever seen before
Even my roommate Shawn is sitting here.
Glad to see him out and smiling for once.

Now Sun, the 50ish Asian woman who likes the Evangelical station,
Playing against Tabitha, the older black woman with fake blond hair and

                                 3 long fake nails on her left hand

She pronounces her name Ta-Bitha – like Bite – and identifies as Miss Davis

5:51 PM

I slept through most of the day.

I strangely remember my dream: wandering through old towns looking for places to rent

Django Unchained was on earlier and then The Green Mile, both which I snoozed through.

I was grateful they woke me for dinner – sloppy joes.

Considering shaving my head.


7:56 PM – Snack Time

Peanut butter on cheese crackers
Rold Gold tiny twists in a blue and gold bag

Cranberry juice cocktail
(I hope not fermented like the one a few days ago.)

The crayon just snapped.

A Broken Crayon Can Still Write.