Transparent Words - Poetry

 Philip Johnson
(the truly ghastly)
I take on a corpse like appearance when I sleep
my eyes open
I turn pale and my pulse rate drops
in this state I am told I terrified two night nurses
as they went about their ward checks
and so it no longer surprises me that Josie from Lyon took her leave
as she did in the wee hours
the cartoon like revelation of her body form punched jagged
through the gable end



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