North American Dreaming: Novocain Eyes
Those eyes...uncaringly cold.
William Burkholder paints a chilling picture of a mind beyond feeling.
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Slightly drooped,
Uncaringly cold,
Bent needle luster,
As a rusty nail
In an ancient board
Holding,
Supporting,
Nothing.
They once contributed
To stain glassed beauty,
Epic doorways;
Finely polished brass,
Dark now,
The stare,
Empty,
Lost,
Those
Novocain eyes.
Novocain Eyes
Slightly drooped,
Uncaringly cold,
Bent needle luster,
As a rusty nail
In an ancient board
Holding,
Supporting,
Nothing.
They once contributed
To stain glassed beauty,
Epic doorways;
Finely polished brass,
Dark now,
The stare,
Empty,
Lost,
Those
Novocain eyes.
