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January 25 2006
He wasnt sure how the bathroom mirror worked
but decided it must be powered
by the razorblades and aspirin
he found in the engine compartment.

It was a matter of relearning everything
after he surfaced from the coma.

The hospital chapel had bought a battered
fog machine from a local heavy metal band
that broke up after disputes about
viking iconography.

Sitting in the back row, he began to pray
for his roommate, suffering
under the multi-variable complexity of back pain.

Clouds of steam drifted around his ankles.

-D

D.L.

January 25 2006
you got me with the first stanza...i keep re-reading it. and the last line too...it's good...it's really good. i like this one. it reminds me of that scene in the royal tenenbaums. -L