when the doors are all locked and the only audible sounds
are the train horn rolling off the hills
and the old dude next door
sneezing and hacking in deaths face.
when the eyes have become clouded
from reading in bad light in a dim room
with an even dimmer man
at the helm.
breathing
slowly.
as the days roll forward and blend into
nights
damn well bleed into nights
everything is a smear
one giant
ugly
fucking
smear.
as you stare into the ceiling
wishing for something to happen
something
anything
some kind of madness
some kind of chaos
a sign that life didn't give up on you
that you've still got a little fight in you
dim flames burning behind those eyes
you can almost hear your brain liquefying
jelly for toast
the hum of machines and orchestra playing
as you defend your life.
all the while, with everyone's knees on your chest.
Get me out of here.
I need to get out of this room. Hey! You there!
don't crowd me people!
please
step back
step away
give this man some air
he has a heart condition!
Yeah! I have fucking heart condition!
fan him with your newspaper sir. does anybody know a doctor?
I'm a doctor! Help him doctor!
Son,
Yeah doc. Tell me I'm gonna be alright. Say it's all gravy doc.
You're fine.
shit.
As the tv shows all turn into tv ads and late night
schemes
the movie channels flicker on that soft core porn
some woman boobage
but not enough to get a mans blood going
the starring contest continues between you
and that immovable wall.
Finally,
you cannot box yourself in.
If she wants to come in
she will
But one must be a proper host
or
in a second
without notice
it'll be you and that fucking wall again
starring off into nothingness.
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