Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Eye Ball
They roll their eyes
like ping pong balls
light, hollow, and plastic
Among them, mine bounce
from one set to another
seeking the fullness of dark irises,
endlessly spinning
moist vacuums of white
I could see them,
the browns of their eyes
I might
If just roll my eyes with theirs,
maybe they’d notice,
maybe I’d learn the patterns
of their erratic rotations
Or should I look harder?
Should I will with my eyes
for theirs to meet mine?
Or
should I just give up?
Hide my eyes under their lids
and cry?
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Posted by inktrip at 11:26 PM