i would like to live
among the blind; hunched over
and stymied by sound.
i'd like to rip up these pin-ups—
these cocky shutter-smiles
and sweet grimaces in war-paint.
callous! in blissful ignorance,
grey over my hands and wrinkle my mind,
because soft skin tears so painfully.
but cosmetic entropy and poison paint
do not trouble the doe and steady oak
with its gnarled, rough flesh.
as for me, walking in the wrong direction
should not be so easy to do
when you are blessed with sight.
among the blind; hunched over
and stymied by sound.
i'd like to rip up these pin-ups—
these cocky shutter-smiles
and sweet grimaces in war-paint.
callous! in blissful ignorance,
grey over my hands and wrinkle my mind,
because soft skin tears so painfully.
but cosmetic entropy and poison paint
do not trouble the doe and steady oak
with its gnarled, rough flesh.
as for me, walking in the wrong direction
should not be so easy to do
when you are blessed with sight.