burned...hurting...worn....

prepare for the electric salve....

sit back plug in relax...

lose your day in the bubbles of mindless blips....

a million points of colors....

faces to clear to be real...

the pretty and disgusting perfectly in their place....

contrast perfect between subject and interviewer...

gameshows with winners who you know could never win....

They could have been you on a bad day....

blips and squawks...

verbiage....

words smooth coached and crystalline in their perfection...

not a moment too late...

or a hair too soon....

washing over you....

blinding you to your surroundings...

when your eyes become too heavy....

hit the buttons...

and place your head in the vice....

clamped tightly to your ears the sounds of anothers anguish and joy...

almost as nice as if you lived the moments....

carrying you into the night.....

smoothing over the burrs.....

never healing just coating the scars ....

taking their pain away briefly.....

finally you fall into slumber....

when you awake you will be to worried to feel the pain...

scrambling for work...

your first breath will be in your rolling chamber of horrors....

The pains start flooding in......

you reach for the ointment turn the knob....

dial in someone else’s joy...

someone else’s pain....

lose your self in the hum of the road......

patched up...

ready to battle for 9 more hours....

medicated but not healed...

you are the warrior....

and you know where to find the medicine....

so onward you go.....