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©2018 Barren Magazine. An Alt.Lit Introspective.

The Doctor of Electric Dreams


by Jake Bailey

After Wallace Stevens’ “The Emperor of Ice-Cream”

Call the roller of straightjackets,
The muscular one, and bid him sling
In Dixie cups cylindric pills.
Let the nurses needle in such ways
As they are used to prick, and let the schizos
Bring slobber in last week’s napkins.
Let be be the real of the seem.
The only doctor is the doctor of electric dreams.

Take from the cabinets of instruments,
Lacking the rusted handle, that mouthguard
On which I inscribed teeth marks once
And shove it so as to muzzle my maw.
If my wet-flick tongue protrudes, it licks
To show the voices are not me, and tricks.
Let the electrodes repair the seam.
The only doctor is the doctor of electric dreams.

Header photograph © Asher.

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