After my accident I really begin to take life seriously, like never before, knowing what I know now and given a second change at love and life. Always taking folks for a ride and never stopping to think what I was doing to people, never knowing what it feels like to be honest or being used. I was left hopeless and unaware that the heavy beam was approaching me, not even the yellow hat, had a chance to say. "Hey, look out!" Or did it?
All that was running through my head, lying on the table, was how lucky I am to be alive and how many concerned folks were pulling for me to stay alive, while I lay there helpless on the beam high above the highest building around me. Wondering if I was going to make it, live to see another day, or eat another bacon and cheese pizza, while my head was ringing inside and felt the splattered blood draining from side of my head. Realizing as I lay their spread eagle that help was on its way.
Lying on the metal table with bright light starring directly into my eyes. Doctors with concern on their faces and breathing heavier through the masks, as they dig deeper into my scalp with abundance of knowledge racing around in their minds with me facing the bright light and possibly, this dark angel. Then suddenly I be- gan to feel my body moving, moving straight for the hot lamp that begins to open up, form a giant hole that at first was pitch dark but gradually changes colors so quickly. There I was, totally new to this type of environment, type of living all to- gether. It was like I was the only one up here, only thing living or breathing the toxic air that I saw around me. Large deep holes, craters, which looks something like Swiss Cheese. Moving about on air as I did cartwheels, flips, and even giant leaps!
Wondering while I was having so much fun where my meals will come from, how would I sleep, or what plants to munch on. It all seems to simple at first, but after a few hours of red sky, no water, and nobody around; my life had no meaning. Then I suddenly came to the conclusion that I might die up here of loneliness or worse, starvation. Nothing up here but old vehicle tracks and burnt areas where you might expect a vessel or any creature that might have been here.
Somehow my body was feeling full, while my needs, enormous needs were feeling extremely affectionate to anything that walks, crawls, or slithers my way. It was a feeling I'd never encountered, nor would I want to again, once this extraordinary feeling leaves my heated body. Then suddenly I saw up ahead, miles away, a huge body of water. Was this a mirage, or do I really see this giant lagoon?
Half way across this ugly desert, dry rock, my body felt weak with envy of my last girlfriend, which could really contribute to this cause, pleasure, which builds up vastly in my body. Begging with my hands high in the air for anyone, anything, to nurture me before I explode. Nourishment of a different kind to ease this pain and sorrow I so desperately yearn for in a woman. Dragging my heavy feet closer, closer to the water where families were playing. When suddenly dead people begin to surface all around my horny and tired soul, appearing from the craters. Women I don't even know were calling out my name and addressing me as some kind of whack-o with hormones. Transparent images that I walk directly through, acting as sadden and happy folks, which were trying to barricade me in.
After I arrived at the water hole it was totally empty, like nobody was here to ease the pressure from within me. Not a trace of footprints or volleyball nets. All I can hear is harsh moans, devilish laughs, and a few glimpse of a young lady swimming out to sea and motioning me to come join her. But every time I race to great her she vanishesβ¦why?
"Why, why am I being punished!" I shout, hearing a lonely echo belonging to me.