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Seeing You Home My deft eye slips open in welcoming morning, The left glance seals shut its flawed retinal screen. Jackhammers batter at mallet and stirrups. As cochlea, cilia, hearken and preen. You arrive swimming, you float on the ceiling, In particles prismed from glass off a frame. Here is your visage, now spinning and reeling Vertiginous voyeur of malice and blame. No matter how tightly I clamp down my eyelids You roll and you dash in small orbits of light It is done - it is over - you left for Nairobi I stayed in Olympia, wanting no fight My eyes burn and blur, they are heavy as lead From gazing too long at a sun which is dead. |
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