| It Will Be OK |
- Sitting in the park he wondered.
"Why was I chosen for this blue label generic life?
I know I'd be better if I hadn't got this one"
He pondered his dilemma pausing only occasionally
Thought interrupted by psychotic commercial breaks
The vibrations coursing through his body
He slipped into a purple colored haze
Which enveloped him and each person around him
Like some absurd cocoon "What's going on?
Is this some stupid Jimi Hendrix dream?" he thought to himself
He shook his head frantically trying to stop the colors
And vibrations pounding ever stronger, ever louder
He focused intently till clarity returned
And looked around. "how did I get on this bus?"
He was crammed in with 100 other passenger pigeons
The faces were all distorted laughing. He tried to erase them
He searched his mind in vain for the numbers
To open his combination lock memory
His hand as if with a mind of it's own
Slipped into his pocket and caressed the cold steel lover
Who spoke without being spoken to
And answered to no man
He could feel his mind calming
As he stroked the smooth cold barrel
The bus stop arrived like a bad dream unremembered
The bench was surrounded by Daisy Cutter blossoms
Who screamed out to the traffic passing by
Challenging it to move more slowly.
It's sound growing ever louder behind his closed eyes
Until it felt his head would explode
As the vibrations like waves crashed against his body
Then everything became still as she appeared
"She stands there on that corner and ignores me." he thought
As he slowly moved closer her silent words screamed
Profane blessings moving outward into the returning mist
A green putrefied thickening fog
That grabbed his throat as if to choke him
And cut off his voice denying him
He walked up to her and said hello.
"Do I know you?" she said
Her words rang with irritation pulsing white hot
It cut through the mist and pounded against his brow
"No" he said, "and yes." then he began to beg her
"Get out of my head. Please! Get out of my head!"
Her brown eyes widened in fear as the blue steel
Slipped easily out of his pocket and pointed at her
She crouched on the ground her hands covering her
As wisps of purple moved aside to reveal her face
And the Daisy's danced in circles
"Oh God no, please no!" she pleaded
The vibrations grew ever stronger and stronger
Till he could hardly stand against them
He braced himself as if standing in a strong wind
"Don't worry it will be OK" the words slipping out
Without permission like the cold steel in his hand
A voice began to scream in his head
That turned into a high pitched wail
Then his body grew rigid every muscle tightening
Locked in battle with his mind no longer answering
As if another mind controlled them
"I won't let them do this" he thought
His focus narrowed to his elbow
And as his mind strained it began to bend
Slowly it bent, as he smiled
Realizing he was finally in control his mind rushed
A feeling of triumph he had never known
That felt better than anything he could have imagined
Multicolored rainbow circles enveloped and caressed his body
As he bent and turned the arm slowly
Till the blue steel barrel faced him
"See I told you it would be OK!"
He smiled at her beautiful face took a deep breath
Stuck the barrel into his mouth
And pulled the trigger.
