Saturday, February 25, 2012

Julia's Song

Doors to manual; we take all disorders,
The favoured saviours from insomnia,
Of the auto-immune and of the damaged,
We are the designated place of safety,
The AA-Alpha clinic listed everywhere,
Scratched on front-desks hastily,
For referrals of late-night derelicts,
And where once they'd sleep it off,
We take them in, all devils screaming,
The corner shakers, mumblers in pain,
They cannot tell through disconnect,
The addicts and psychotics, listed,
Indicators noted for the shift change,
A courtly trifecta of sainted beauty.

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