LIVING ON THE CEILING

crisp white sheets
gleam white
I don't even know I'm dead

I'm on the ceiling
like an abandoned
Christmas balloon

the next tick of
the clock goes on with-
-out me

"Hey, it's...kinda groovy being
dead. .!"
an answer without a question

from my fly's eye view
I can see
the doctor has a growing bald spot

there's that nice new nurse
she's so cute
this is her first death

I can see her thinking
her words carved out of the air
"...don'tdiedon'tdiedon'tdie..."

Death is a free ride man
"...goin' all the way?///...sure am!"
"Hop in. . !"

"Ok, everyone stand back..!"
then the pain floods back &
I'm back...****...in this body

"Whoa...we nearly lost
you there good buddy!"
doc scratches his bald spot

the nice new nurse
her tears stop
half way down her cheek

I cursed my luck
I liked living
on the ceiling

Chubby Crimson  Cheeks
Pressing to Pinkish Palms
Gawking Gray Gangsters
Falling to Fuschia Feelings.

Enchanting Emerald Eyes
Staring at Silver Skies
Peering Purple Punks
Bumbling on Black Boots.

Laughing Lilac Lips
Caressing Cream Chin
Gazing Golden Goons
Stupefied on Sepia Street.

Single Scarlet Strand
On Cute Charcoal Cut
Talking Tanned Thugs
Groggy on Green Grass.

She never thought she would end up doused in gasoline and set aflame.
She never thought she would end.
She never thought.

but everything she never thought,
  is all she can think about.

Glorify me
I know the names and stars
Of seven constellations
In the winter sky

Worship me
I'm too stubborn to be a sub
And too lazy to be a dom
But I'll lay on the bed
And let you play with my ****

Idolize me
I'm dark and quiet
But sometimes I forget
To let other people talk

Conceptualize me
I'm plastic and shrapnel
And my tears fit well into vials
That could sell for maybe three dollars
From a gas station counter top
Between the lighters
Fidget spinners
And smartphone chargers

i'm afraid. . .
. . . but i shouldn't be.
i linger on
. . . hesitations.
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and when i'm slow again,
when i'm clear again,
when I

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pause.
i seek comfort in the strength of words, of music...
something
that i can't
lose
again.
something i can TOUCH.
something i can FEEL.

only to find it, and
lose it once more.