Their eyes are broken

 Their eyes are broken.

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Their Eyes are 

Broken , 

and I keep thinking that 

God 

doesn't visit here much 

except perhaps to toss an

occasional peanut at the 

Laughing Lunatic Choir. 

(who's siren song thus haunts 

me still.) 

Some days I think hope is 

still 

A possibility , 

and 

the right words or deeds 

could 

Save Us All 

From 

The Hell of Ourselves. 

But..

more often than not my eyes 

are now broken too. 

(and my lunatic laughter haunts 

the memories of some poor Siren.) 

Jsh