Chased.

by Poet on the Piano   Oct 2, 2014


His eyes are ghosts
grunting,
swimming in bottles of
alcoholic blue.

I know little of his
history but hear its
silence next door,

still wearing a hospital gown
and still

haunted.

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Written 9/28/14 @ 10 PM

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