freaky eyes

must i have those freaky eyes
to be famous with you
-do i even want to?

i bet you live in a pretty place
with bodies and minds
and deep blue nights

and some days
I thought i’d like
to be a flower in your vase
instead of one outside
or a meeting in your day
instead of one gone by

but that might bring insomnia
and it might be a mistake
it might turn into Lucifer
or buds frozen wide awake

I’ve lived in places
where it snows in Spring
and thought it best
to keep walking

and flicker a glance
through the neighbor’s window
at the flowers inside
perilously waiting for snow

must i have those freaky eyes
to be famous with you
-do i even want to?

(c) Seven, 20071016

Posted by admin on October 16th, 2007 | Filed in Poetry, Poetry 2007 |

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