Outro-lude
June 4, 2008The clock strikes 12 its midnight again.
The dark blue sky hums a melancholy tune.
The moonshine covers the empty city with light.
He looks up at the ceiling as he lays on his hospital bed.
Waiting for the clock’s hands to fall.
His heavy breathing forms a sound in his head.
Hee-hu-hee-hu-hee-hu-hee-hu-hee-hu
the dextrose dances its tube to the beat of breathing.
Rhythmically jiving.
The music fades and dips into black.
Ooooh. Synaesthesia.