Dream Song 128: A hemorrhage of his left ear of Good Friday

 A hemorrhage of his left ear of Good Friday—
so help me Jesus—then made funny too
the other, further one.

There must have been a bit.
 Sheets scrubbed away 
soon all but three nails.
 Doctors in this city O
will not (his wife cried) come.


Perhaps he's for it.
 IF that Filipino doc
had diagnosed ah here in Washington
that ear-infection ha
he'd have been grounded, so in a hall for the ill
in Southern California, they opined.

The cabins at eight thou' 

are pressurized, they swore, my love, bad for—
ten days ago—a dim & bloody ear,
or ears.

They say are sympathetic, ears, & hears
more than they should or 
did.

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