He is obsessive if not compulsive too... br He can't sleep because he has to clean his sheets br As he dirties them with just the slightest nap... br Compelled by voices unheard by you and me br He spends his days washing his hands and counting.... br Always counting....#148 #197 #206 # 311 br His life is a wasteland of bad sonnets and haikus br He is dying to escape but is afraid to touch br The doorknob of his two rooms one window flat.... br His only salvation is a narrow from behind the glass view br To a life of which he can only write...and assign a number br God knows the assigned number of hairs on any man's head.... br For Christ sake....