Leak
By nosferatu2
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Drip. Splash. Cool.
Is it a gallon or the most meagre dram? No, the gallon was last night. Were there any drams?
Drip. Splash. Cool.
It's hurting, but in a nice way. Water! Thought I recognised the smell. In the cool phase, there is bouncing - no re-vib... Reverberation. Behind the forehead. Probably. Time is telescoped. Can I move? Should I move? I'll think about that. No. Too difficult. My eyes are still shut, or everything has turned ochre. Outside then, or a strange artificial light.
Drip. Spu-lash. Cooool.
I wonder if it's a tap or leaking pipe? My forehead isn't wet. There's no sizzle, but I reckon there's enough heat in it to evaporate the droplets during the cooling phase.
So my karma IS good. Why else have I woken up under a leak of some kind – just when my hundredweight of head needs it?
Dri-ip. Spur-lash. Cooooooool.
The leak is slowing, I think. I hope it doesn't stop. How far is it falling? Is the sensitivity of my head deceiving me concerning the downward velocity of liquid matter?
Forming those words inside this head hurt a bit, I admit. It's better than thinking about how I got here. Wherever that is. There have been dreams. Of course there have. Two dwarves and a transvestite in conversation about Bukowski – but that could have been real. The interval is stretching. Or not. Is time elastic? Or plastic?
I turn my head to the side. Mistake. My temples are in the Devil's mole grips. I turn my head - slowly – back.
Drrrrrrrri-iiippp. Ssssssppppp---lasssshh. Cccooooooolllllll.
Yes, good Karma: the leak is aimed at my forehead, my mouth is not open; I will not drown. My torture will pass in the time it takes to rehydrate through absorption. I hope I am in the gutter and not in the road. Time, elastic or otherwise, for meditation on the human condition, or the inhumane condition I have left myself in. Or on the two transvestites and the dwarf. Was it that way round? Does it matter? Only if it was a dream, I think.
Drip. Splash. Cool.
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