Transparent Words - Poetry

 Philip Johnson

(the truly ghastly)

 

apparently

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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