Friday, 17 December 2010

The Glass Eyes

We are the fabulous retards, living in a white dream.
The flirtatious clouds flutter with gay abandon
Between your bedroom window and my starry eyes.

We are blind to disastrous explosions of war.
They explode like confetti and carelessly collide
Behind our ignorant lazy lids and luscious lashes.

We spread each other's ashes around the prairie.
Each of our fingertips burn with each flick
Of the other's memory, the lives we loved and lost.

We dance around the fragrant lonely funeral pyre.
Civilization knocks around the empty universes between
Our ears, and compassion is another lie to caring about
Any thing but the comfort of the glass eyes.

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