| Life in a White Bed |
| Poetry by Mike Monroe |
| Theme Music this is the last time he says as he steps towards the cliff side sailboats move slowly through the water below he leaps out and plummets he pulls the chord a flapping sound and the parachute opens bright red like blood Receding a pulsating rumble repeated ripples a broken white line crackles splash water reaches out over the sand then pulls back timidly Alice�s Purgatory she stands at the bus stop six in the morning a slight drizzle like a cold sauna fog rain dampens her hair and clothes no boys to kiss at this bus stop no bullies or fist fights she�s been waiting for what seems like forever waiting in the eternal grey morning alone as the wind moans quietly Pain Reliever I press my palms against my ears close my eyes and clinch my teeth I hold my breath pushing pressure into my brain everything goes red and all sounds disappear Midnight Fire warm blaze hearts throb mouths smile eyes close skin rubs fire burns soft push bliss waves Rerun he says the lines before they happen knows every movement before it occurs knows every expression and every outcome but watches it all the same Cocoon white softness sheets against my naked body pretty nurses fill the tub with water prepare to scrub me down I lie helpless staring at the television a tube sticking out of my wrist as beautiful women rub their hands on my naked body my dick lies limp Headache fire explodes into red crashing symbol scratching chalkboard hammer pounding shattering glass Intravenous tiny plastic tube intrudes the skin shell snakes its way into the blue vein transparent tube fills with red opaque white liquid travels into bloodstream Soul Expulsion open mouth force substance out splatter chunks into bowl Moving Forward wheels spin carrying the car through a black line cut between trees the car travels west on the highway to the pacific filling in blank spots in the map in my brain with mountains and plains and deserts and rock formations wind blows the sailboat out to sea skimming across the water tilted almost sideways air rushes past my face a natural masseuse my mind wanders to heroes fighting ancient monsters saving their villages and their worlds kissing the greatest kisses and crying the saddest tears Exit Music so here we are again you and me looking one another in the eye wondering if we really know one another any more than we did before |