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Invisible Man Blues | Musings of Laura Bock
Inspired by Henry Rollins, “Invisible Woman Blues” from his book, Black Coffee Blues I lay down in my bed, ready for the Sandman to take me into a deep resting slumber. As I close my eyes, that’s when you appear. Every single night, like clockwork, you invade my space. My sacred space. My mind is consumed with your deep and soulful eyes that burn holes into my subconscious. I want to run and hide from your gaze. I cannot escape you. The thought, image, touch and scent…