Storm's a Comin

Storm's a Comin

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Seen from Yellow, Watery Eyes

Eyes, my love Frankenstein
Give me such longing, holding their shine
Friendly lashes, by and by, herein
Once worded, ears tucked under signs.
Fallen one, a mother who lies
Lives without, the head a ruing seal
Stand straight, see all the wonder
Let me see all your truth.
Not twice, Frankenstein. See me glimmer sharp
with two stern lines. Look inside me.
Bid me blackened and then go away.
How far one’s father flies.
Do not wonder if I am capable.
I won’t be found through gentle gestures.
Tricks, oh eyes, what the whispers halt
from the Golden overflow of these wounds.
4/28/11

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