Post by misterpoet on Jan 20, 2007 1:57:19 GMT
the day after the incident,
i woke up paralyzed.
it seemed an eternity,
though only moments;
my legs, arms or anything in-between
wouldn't get me off this bed –
and my mouth would not
leap out the words "help."
only my eyes moved
and they searched the walls
wondering if i were dreaming.
i sat in the waiting room
only minutes, when two nurses
rushed out to me
with a neck brace
and wheelchair.
i only got to watch
a few seconds of television
but it was always something
about president bush.
the nurses were young
and delightful, making sure i was
comfortable; smiling as they
walked away. i wish they'd stay.
the hallway
was a monotone white
with the subliminal messages
written within it
after years of watching death.
my room wasn't much better.
the old guy next to me
had slobber coming down the side
of his face.
his gums slapped together
but no sound retreated his
ancient lips, dry and wrinkled.
his eyes stared into mine
empty and lifeless,
his thin gray hair matted
to his skin from the pillow.
that's all i could see of him.
they closed the curtain
between me and him
then i heard wheels rolling
on the tiled floor.
i lay bed-ridden
in this hospital,
as i'd fallen thirty feet
they thought it best
that i not move.
i stared at this black-spot
on the ceiling
no larger then a fingernail -
it drove me crazy,
so i sat up
before my mind killed myself.
the nurse ran in,
"no, you'd better not,"
i looked at her and laughed
"tie me down then."
( she was a monster
inside a woman suit. )
my nose always itches
at the wrong times,
but luckily my mother was there
to scratch it for me.
i'm guessing they didn't find me
as funny as i wanted to be.
though it's funny even more-so
that they didn't want me to move
because i could have something
seriously broken, but during
x-rays, they bend me like a twizzler.
i woke up paralyzed.
it seemed an eternity,
though only moments;
my legs, arms or anything in-between
wouldn't get me off this bed –
and my mouth would not
leap out the words "help."
only my eyes moved
and they searched the walls
wondering if i were dreaming.
i sat in the waiting room
only minutes, when two nurses
rushed out to me
with a neck brace
and wheelchair.
i only got to watch
a few seconds of television
but it was always something
about president bush.
the nurses were young
and delightful, making sure i was
comfortable; smiling as they
walked away. i wish they'd stay.
the hallway
was a monotone white
with the subliminal messages
written within it
after years of watching death.
my room wasn't much better.
the old guy next to me
had slobber coming down the side
of his face.
his gums slapped together
but no sound retreated his
ancient lips, dry and wrinkled.
his eyes stared into mine
empty and lifeless,
his thin gray hair matted
to his skin from the pillow.
that's all i could see of him.
they closed the curtain
between me and him
then i heard wheels rolling
on the tiled floor.
i lay bed-ridden
in this hospital,
as i'd fallen thirty feet
they thought it best
that i not move.
i stared at this black-spot
on the ceiling
no larger then a fingernail -
it drove me crazy,
so i sat up
before my mind killed myself.
the nurse ran in,
"no, you'd better not,"
i looked at her and laughed
"tie me down then."
( she was a monster
inside a woman suit. )
my nose always itches
at the wrong times,
but luckily my mother was there
to scratch it for me.
i'm guessing they didn't find me
as funny as i wanted to be.
though it's funny even more-so
that they didn't want me to move
because i could have something
seriously broken, but during
x-rays, they bend me like a twizzler.