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”
