Wednesday, June 3, 2009

My newest Poem.

'Eye-Contact'

They call it eye-contact.
Well who exactly are you comfortable touching eyes with
and how do you do it without it ending in a kiss?

I’m too old to have an interest in two pupils touching.
It’s soul-crushing!

I have dreams where I am blind
and screaming for sight.

The exit is full of shit
You’re merely entering
but the sign above the door should say ‘exist’.

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