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Sunset Eyes
by Max BouilletWhen the day fades and loneliness licks
the grit of the grind
and loosens the caked reality
of mascara and eye shadow...
a sigh
a cigarette
and the realization that one more
day has passed, and the
eye shadow seeps deeper
into the sockets
and
sunsets seem
like bloodshot eyes,
dull and dumb,
staring at pretty flesh
--from a bloated body. 06/04/2003 Posted on 06/05/2003
Copyright © 2026 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 06/05/03 at 06:25 PM This gave me shivers for a second. I love it. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 06/07/03 at 12:09 AM Oh, how you capture some nights vividly here. Made my eyes ache, and I longed for just a moment, a smile, an embrace, to remove the taste of ash from my mouth. WOW... lol needless to say the poem touched me, and expressed better than I could the end of a very trying and tireing day. |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 06/23/03 at 04:03 PM this is truly wonderful |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 07/23/03 at 12:06 AM What more can i say.But the angle at which u place ur poetic camera and absorbs the things and puts it on screen is very commendable. |
| Posted by Jacki M Butler on 08/30/03 at 04:13 AM The imagery is awesome in this piece, very well written, nicely done. |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 09/17/03 at 01:20 PM What an expressive way to show the often felt fatigue of daily life. So many great lines in this, I especially liked "loneliness licks the grit of the grind and loosens the caked reality."
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| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 10/04/03 at 02:56 PM ah, i have actually felt this way many nights... laced with imagery, another excellent piece of work that pulls the reader in and doen't let go... blessings :) |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 10/26/03 at 05:36 PM ...and there is eye shadow beneath the eye-shadow...
I enjoyed the poem, the self-deprecation, and the prospect of this library being open after sundown :>) |
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