Archives Feb. 15, 2006

Strategic Feathers

Her plumage worked I'll admit
It's not that I could not look away
Or so I want to tell myself
I had to figure it out
Was it really that revealing
Just some strategic feathers
How could she wear that
In a Canadian winter

Sad People on the Train

Sad people on the train
I wish I could share my eyes
To show you how wonderful
How magnificent you are
Don't you see the potential
In each troubled heart
To reach for another
To reach for the stars
Your sad cattle faces
Are not worthy of your souls

A Few Short Hours

In a few short hours
I see more beauty
Than I see in weeks
Yet it is all hollow
Seeing only
Never touching
Nor even talking
So what is gained
Yet still I'd rather see
More within the weeks

My Released Eyes

In the cafe this evening
There was a beautiful lass
For a few moments
She trapped my wayward eyes
Yet when I returned to my table
She'd turned herself plain
And did not my eyes trap again

Eyes of the Pretty People

The vacuous eyes of the pretty people
Stare at me from glossy posters
Trying to entice me
Seemingly unaware that they disgust me
Because at some deep-seated level
I am enticed

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