July 6, 2011

Wire Smile

They found a way to compress a window
into a single pane of glass. Now the
pain escapes through a single window, the
one in my father's hospital room. He sits
and drinks and eats, his eyes wide like
a frightened child's. And all the while
the eyes on the ceiling keep the air
from coming in. Tired of losing your
train of thought? Try considering yourself
trained of thought, or deranged of thought,
no longer tired of blaming the same old
braincells. Each one is a cell in this binary
pathway, each thought controlled
by the ones around it.

2 comments:

Una-porta said...

I honestly love how honest this is...

cardboardjesus said...

Thank you! It was a bad time.