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