| Slave Baby of the New Millennium |
| Poetry by Mike Monroe |
| Slow Motion you�ve found your way to not finding your way sleeping in nowhere comfortable in the abyss you cover yourself with fog hide beneath the rain struggle for the sand in the desert you eat mud pies you made when you were a child and make snow angels naked the sky has closed in on you when you realize moving your feet is the only path to freedom Haze mist on the horizon cloaks a goliath beckoning a mirage sucking life into it like a black hole Self-Inflicted Metaphysical Lobotomy I reached into the library of ancient genius and pulled my hand out empty I breathed in dust and coughed my head puffed up with unused energy hot air and steam I screamed at the mirror behind the dust seeing a skeletal figure with frightened eyes I reached in again and found notes that had already been played words that had already been spoken pictures that had already been drawn Horror he closed his eyes and wished for the end and when he opened them again he wished for youth The Nature of Nature he read the last few pages of the book closed it turned out the lamp next to his bed and as he always did when he knew it was time to sleep he thought his brain filling with thoughts like a bathtub filling with water he�d finished the last chapter in the last book in the last trilogy written by the last author he trusted and was no wiser Crippled he walked through the plain white hallway said many hellos and good mornings entered the three walled structure he called home eight hours a day five days a week sat on the grey office chair stared at the screen like a drug entering his bloodstream through his eyes zoning him out into complacency as his bank account filled with money like a bathtub filling with water Steam the bathtub fills with hot water steam fills the bathroom and the mirror fogs up as he steps into the warm water immersing his body in solitude Dusty Love Song he dropped the glass angel and dust spilled out onto the floor he raised his head to see his lonely bride smiled a smile of apology she looked into his eyes and smiled back seeing the hurt running deep through his pupils like a coal mine through the side of a mountain she knew she�d never grow wings but she had faith that he�d always come back when he flew away Momentum Crashing and Stall I close my eyes and picture twisted black metal careening down the road like a boulder in an avalanche I open my eyes and slam my foot down I feel the car move forward after it stops pull back and I feel the jagged metal scratch my skin head slams black into steering wheel the car comes to a stop as I open my eyes Cell Phone I scream out into the moaning wind it carries the howl with careless abandon I swing my fists at illusionary monsters call you on my cell phone and beg for a ride as I wait in the midnight rain drizzle chilling my skin and bones I can�t tell if the drops on my face are rain or tears Anti-Masochistic she begs me not to slice into myself easing the pain by causing different pain bashing my head into the glass wall so the itching of my soul won�t bother me she gives me a towel and I wrap it around my neck looking for a good place to hang from and she tells me to wipe the acid off my skin I try to gouge out my eyes so the wailing light won�t kill me and she hands me a pair of dark sunglasses Music in the Dark uncertainty covers you like night darkness as you lie in bed waiting for sleep to cloak your senses to come over you in its black wave washing away joy and sorrow |