Get Back Angel Ghost

I As a person Me Without devoid of a spine Green Buckle at jointed knee Cap in hand Crackle like the wilderness Inside my stagnant mind My skin is red to the bone She'd upon my empty bed So care no more Angel fair Ghost of nowhere Declare the wanting is pray over For if as please be for the deaf Born with pallets cleft Numb and horse of voice 1 , 2 , 3 A , b , C Then open up my heart So my eyes dare feel In which or whatsoever category I should sit In order to fulfill my remit of aligning interplanetary love division So I can bleach , spit , and shine my Hubbard shoe's and house in order Before I red bone buckle and she'd this ghostly angel back From whence it came unto me