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The doctors came right in they smile to say I most likely won’t live but my money is good here Georgie, the orderly, cut me wide open like a barber with a Parkinson’s disorder a scalpel with Stockholm Syndrome a race for euthanasia’s abduction A table of speed, a speed table and a stop sign of bad decisions after supper so stay awake T-bone steaks for dinner that night smashed potatoes and a mother’s kiss goodbye followed by the Jaws of Life It was wrong wasn’t it, Eliot to be left pinned and wriggling against a wall because there will be time for the mermaids to come and go for my pants to remain rolled and for steel to strengthen my bones or so I’m told but, I cant get that sound you make out of my head, it’s connected to my body which is connected to the problem large enough for me still—no one seems to be noticing the bad bone in my body, the flat line of this fly with a fading smile God has nice tile.
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 9:03 PM UTC
Hospital Hindsight
The doctors came right in they smile to say I most likely won’t live but my money is good here Georgie, the orderly, cut me wide open like a barber with a Parkinson’s disorder a scalpel with Stockholm Syndrome a race for euthanasia’s abduction A table of speed, a speed table and a stop sign of bad decisions after supper so stay awake T-bone steaks for dinner that night smashed potatoes and a mother’s kiss goodbye followed by the Jaws of Life It was wrong wasn’t it, Eliot to be left pinned and wriggling against a wall because there will be time for the mermaids to come and go for my pants to remain rolled and for steel to strengthen my bones or so I’m told but, I cant get that sound you make out of my head, it’s connected to my body which is connected to the problem large enough for me still—no one seems to be noticing the bad bone in my body, the flat line of this fly with a fading smile God has nice tile.
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 9:03 PM UTC
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