by Matthew Sharp
The eyelid rolls,
From the forehead to the back of our souls,
A folded vision,
I wish/will for hands.
Unfolding the question mark paper,
Whatever i want to write.
prtnd eye cnt spel?
I burn through façade, after façade,
Of complacent reflectiveness,
Scorching magnifying lens.
Scorch the rotation,
An abundance of redundant,
Author's Note: VIDEO
Posted on 01/17/2007 Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp
Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by on 01/17/07 at 03:27 PM Gabriel Ricard
Nice use of language and imagery, man. You really know how to nail them in.
Posted by on 02/18/07 at 06:36 PM Kathleen Wilson
An intense view of how you approach your writing, and introspection. That "scorching magnifying glass of yours" sets fire to a lot! I love the quick "rolls" at the beginning getting to the "souls" of the matter, right off.