Bill

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He has no eyes
having plucked them out
First one
then the other
In a psych ward
7 years ago.
The ends of his fingers
sandpaper
rough and discolored
from years of sloppy smoking.
He feels no pain
at least I've never heard him
cry out
in situations where others surely would:
fire, boiling water, a fall
numerous encounters
with walls and doors.
I'm OK, he says.
I'm OK.
Living in a world of erosions
submarines and Mother Mary Christ
where Diet Coke is God
must toughen you up.

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tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
LYSERGICS CREATE ATMOSPHERES

in asylums. TK U MLJ LV NV