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North American Dreaming: Novocain Eyes

Those eyes...uncaringly cold.

William Burkholder paints a chilling picture of a mind beyond feeling.

To read more of Bill's memorable poems please click on North American Dreaming in the menu on this page.

His book The Writer's Sight can be bought at

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_b/002-3959534-1196861?initialSearch=1&url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=william+burkholder&Go.x=8&Go.y=11

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.


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