Lime green Jell-o.
Lime Green paper slippers
Lime Green walls.
The Sunshine Pepto-Bismol People – following you.
There’s a message here.
Lots of time with thoughts.
Thoughts are all you got.
Because you ain’t got clothes.
Your butt embraces cold air.
You wear a faded tablecloth.
Flowers and Pandas with top hats.
Forgot what day it was. Drawing blanks.
Thinking hard – the best it’s . . . maybe Tuesday – maybe 1985.
They always ask when you’ve been hit by a car if you know who the President is.
U2 buzzing inside your head.
Streets With No Name – the Jell-o tastes like sand.
Nurse sits in the corner, taking notes. Staring at me – staring out windows.
Looks familiar – you probably had a crush on her once.
She can see your butt. You would die of embarrassment – you just don’t know how.
She’s seen you naked – a LOT.
You’ve got news – you’ve seen her naked – a LOT.
Big question – how did you get here?
Last thing you remember – counting back from 100.
Wisdom teeth. Wisdom teeth?
The nurse taking notes tells me the anesthesia will wear off soon.
Oh.
And now your mouth is killing you.
What happened to the Pepto Bismol People?
While you’re trying to figure that out, while coming down off Anesthesia, here’s 45 minutes worth of KNAC from March 1985