She kissed my forehead as she forced her arm though the sleeve. "Bye." we said at the same time. She left.
About the same time a large nurse with a faint mustache brought me some jello. She fed me, for we found I was way too weak to lift the little spoons of blue up to my mouth.
I had a strange dream that night. First a red sky opened up and lifted me from the blue jello Earth. I entered a street via a sewage hole. Buses went by emitting an orange smoke. A large bald guy with silver eyes came up to me, beside him was a mexican guy with a spanish nametag. The bald guy spoke to me, without a voice. "Excuse me alien assistant, he's been involved with the name tag laundry." The mexican bowed, and handed me a box of spanish fly powder. The wind picked up and a strange smell of rotten things went by. And I pulled myself out of the manhole and looked around. I was in a Dairy Queen restaurant. This guy kept vomiting, penis's flying out of his mouth. There was the sound of group sex in the bathroom, and an angel appeared.
"I am Leighanna, and I come unto you as an angel. Prepare to kill me." and she leaned towards me, so that she could hand me a button reading 'scum'.
"I am scum, and you are paranoid." I said, without thinking about it.
Then she became a gay priest, and the button a communion wafer.
He chanted, "Brother Jim Brother Jim. Are you dying? Are you dying? Mourning bellls are ringing. Criminals are hanging. Kill her now. Kill her now."
And she returned to being Leighanna stabbing herself with a blade-handled bell, and it swung from her chest. 'din din don din din don..'
Then we were at the broadcasting tower. Jessica lay on the ground, fucking her son. He cried tears of blood which lay on the earth like serpents. She screamed, arching back. As her mouth opened in scream, moan, a subway train emerged. Then it exploded a pistol in my hand.
I awoke..
I wrote some bad poetry there, in the hospital, but it was really bad. I used to like my poetry, but I wasn't writing anything good. As like, my muse, inspiration was gone. I had the emotion, but didn't have the words.
