I am before you here today
because I like eyes.
I like how they follow you
wherever you go,
like a bored hound.

I like how they bore into
you like a bollweevil.
I like how they burn you
like a heathen at the stake.

I especially enjoy a roomful
of the suckers.

I like how you can feel them
without even opening your own eyes.
I like how you can turn your back
and feel them piercing your spine
like barroom darts.

I like how they roll around in
their hollow sockets when they fall
upon the absurd and/or sleep-inducing
(wake up)



A coupla thoughts:

They say eyes are the windows to
the soul.
But I say that's hogwash,
unless my windows are just dirty.

And -
some rabbits have red eyes.
If you take their picture with flash,
do their eyes change to their hidden,
true color?



The late-nite musings of a
midnite marauder.

11/25/2010

Author's Note: 15 de noviembre. written for an open mic. I forgot my intended poems at home, so I had to write some (this Pome and the other).

Posted on 11/25/2010
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