Strapped down, forced to endure. Pressure builds, eating my disease. Bright lights end, he hands me a bottle. "2 drops every 4 hours."
I stand alone and sing my song. Spreading joy til she comes along. She stands beside me and shoves me out. Feathers fly as we start a bout.
Full of life yet lifeless. Smooth as glass, rough as
stone. Some call playground, some call home.
Born in the mountains, dies in the ocean.
Silently stalking her prey. Feral grin on her feline
face. She hunches in anticipation. Suddenly, she
attacks. The ball of yarn rolls away.
Mindless killing machine. Such destruction from a
tiny piece of metal. Hand grips it, signs a name.
The paper says, "Executive Order."
Always aiming for impossible goals. Reach exceeds
my grasp. I fall to my death, yet again.
"Game over. Continue?"
Sweat running, blood boiling, horns blaring. It does
no good. Every day the same thing. Finally a break,
movement. "Can I take your order?"
His backpack suddenly burst open, spilling its
contents. He wasn't upset, in fact he was relieved as
he drifted slowly to the ground.
They marched up to the massive doors, torches and
pitchforks in hand. "I'm sorry, Mr. Frankenstein
isn't in, may I take a message?"
He sits in the wrecked office. Car smoking,
gripping the steering wheel. The Optometrist
taps his window. "Do you have an
appointment?"
Cut down, stripped, bathed in oil. Planted again
in a straight line with others. Wires embedded,
they stand beside the long grey ribbon.
