Oh, my eyes
Pricked
By early poison-hours
Overflowing with sleeplessness
Made to watch themselves
And what I discovered
Unrecognizable
A pinch in the cheeks
A blasphemous wink
Pulling last night’s face strings
Like a rein on time
Mutinous legs –
No mistakes
About their unerring loyalty –
Only just
What a time they chose
To make a brake
On what I would hold proud
Its sprouts
If only they did
Then there is the mid-range
Cursed and outdated
Skirted and menacing
Melted through the fleshpots
Throwing back the heavies…
Then I remember the joy!
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