THE FOREST

the eyes looked down as he passed by

his unweildy body

crippled, he walks in lurching steps

a fair young man, a mother’s boy

 

he takes the seat beside me

amid the eyes

two twin pools of blue gazing at me

life leaping chained inside

 

we speak and he rambles of his life

I see inside

a puppy eagerness, fawning me with dreams

to love a girl, to be a writer

 

FAIR SAILING BLUE EYES in a twisted shell

amid the eyes

I take his trembling hand as he tells me of another dream

“when I sleep there is a forest in my dreams where I hunt myself and with these hands I rip off my head”

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