your lunatic genius eyes             cackled from the doorway

demanding clear thought                    and adult decision making!

they yanked away at          youthful remnants of torn cloth     carefully chosen to wear      

for just this occasion!      an armour of colorful skin          stretched and sagged in gravity’s wake

ignoring all pleas       for mercy        and your lunatic genius eyes      watched silent from the

corner

once blindfolded      they walked   backward toward   this     uneasy compromise     

holding   strong   with urban angst     we were left, singing,  at the gates of a  60th decade!

watch from this  luminous   moon lit streetcorner       those   eyes demanded!

 years of bloody blasphemy      belched from distended bellies      lay wet and sticky  

in the street        like spit from the mouths         of toothless maniacal          grinning poets!    

your lunatic genius eyes             stay pinball crazy         and continue

to  interrupt my pretty dreams….

watch them spitting on old poetry!       as the failed sorceress      emerges  echoing repeated vows

while the muse cackles     vacant with boredom             scratching in places

forbidden to our eyes..

 the mother of desire    is no longer interested!             she saved  your lunatic genius eyes

 in cracked cups       to drink in for later ! 

she’s drawn a fine incision        razor clean with the precision of determined youth

while      leaving behind a rich scar       

 bridging    this half to the other     aiming your now-blinded genius         toward an inevitable

and certain

death