moonbase alpha.

the moon has disappeared again like a wound wound around my arm fueled by gin a scar plays purple but settles for white against negro skin too thin and dry and somethings not right theres a girl in the pool screaming out blood for a second i thought the water was red and everything went silent now she's laughing and i'm losing hold trying to keep the trees overhead where they are supposed to be and pastel skies from turning velvet my chair is too hot even with a shirt over the metal rim it sears my skin and it feel so good to know im alive thats how i knew last time when they found me drowning in blood that i was alive and i was crying but not really feeling anything else inside but pain and men overdressed in red and yellow pulled me from the scene of the crime like an odd toy floating in a red sea to a bunker catholic and white but i blacked out i never knew my charge i never paid a dime i spent a year that week with antiseptic hands all over my body and clothes that opened the wrong way i will never forgive or forget when i needed love i got cold fish wrapped in modern methods of treatment i will never forget the people i meet in these places they seem more alive than the outsiders who go about their robot work shuffling crazies who have that knowing look in our eyes we are the real seat of consciousness i am convinced and the people of moonbase alpha have ceased to care what happens to them anymore or believe that what happens outisde their own minds is in any way real.