critical mass.

a bed in the hospital
is the perfect place to
collect your flesh in a bundle.

a bed in a nursing home
is the perfect place to
scramble brains for breakfast.

a bed in the janitor's closet
is a sorry place to
mingle with mops,
you poor thing.

a bed bunked,
a guessing game.

a bed with comforters
offers deception so vivid
pray never to wake up
once you reach feathers
the end of every day.

a bed,
with gas as it is,
cheaper than
the average dozen.

a bed in a room
with windows
will nurse you
back to reality.

a bed,
i'll tell you what i mean,
is where, when you
sink into feathers,
horizon grows from
your ears.

a bed,
with this horizon,
i hope you understand,
will keep your hours from
growing short.

a bed,
with these hours,
i don't know why,
can give you
recourse from the Cycle.

please,
beware
the Cycle.