psychosomatic

death followed him wherever he went

sickness trailed behind in a wake of delusion

I felt hypnotized by his pale eye’s stare

and his illness tracked me down as the

sickness trailed behind in a wake of delusion,

but what’s the sickness?¬†indecipherable,

and the hypnotized men followed him to cotton

beds, lined up and waiting for our sicknesses

to kick in, and it’s all in their heads, as

my oxymoronic mind coughed up blood

filled with pale eyeballs and sick children,

as sick as me and the pale eyed man were.

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