April 28, 2008
constant pleas,
which hold the hopeless of hope...
exert lustful grins,
as blunt needles forced gush thickened blood onto the gurney.
examined thus...
would the doctrate concur,
that limp arms, and limp legs,
would keep rough, flacid moans stifled...
for the roll of the eyes!
yet the blue of the skin!
contradicting all words spoken,
of sun picked hues for patients lost.
...jestful records of medicine performed journeys untold,
lose authority of right as tossed forms seem not wrong.

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