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
