Freaky Eyes

not for you

he’s not for you
though you admire him
over smooth pink glass
of desire for him
under and around
but he’s never quite there

he’s the wrong generation
a millenial
but oh that smile
too easily opens to a mouth
you’d love to taste

instead you get the grit
of haggard optimism
watching monks
who stump for peace
and the loopy sorts of ploys
of everyone else in the virtual
and physical streets

and morbidly riffled knots
in an online forum stomp
smoldering monopolies
and netroots who protest them
then outside in the physical;
an ominous mom
in the park scolds her kids

and still aside from all this
over smooth pink glass
your desire for him
goes under and around
but he’s never quite there

(c)Seven 2007111