eclipse Posted February 12, 2015 Share Posted February 12, 2015 I have bandaged the wounds and wings of street princes and ghetto Kings. I have been a lighthouse warning junkies and winos whose light they do not see. I feel like a pac- man being chased by old patients and the IRS as I battle for my soul and a joystick on this night shift in a clinic I see the uplift of umbilical cords reconnecting the dying to heaven, death seems like a bargain to insurance companies. I could bandage the clocks to protect the eyes of those departing, their faces always return to me they always return. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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