Dark Dust, and planks in my Eye
(a.k.a. BS Poetry)
Black, green, and gold
Caught my eye
And I tripped on reality
As I crashed through
The sky and
Acid rain melted
My face as a woman gave birth
In a nearby taxi
And broken dreams
Were made manifest on accident
Snow fell silently as
A tear fell from the dust
In my eye,
And a hot rod pierced
My vision as I screamed
Out,
And strangers walked by
As if none of it mattered
Maybe it didn't,
may be it did
And a photographer immortalized
My humiliation
And made it public
And called it news.
So I shot out in the dark
And got a plank
In my other eye
For my trouble.
Now I'm as blind as
The rest of the world
And as the blood paints my face
In sanguine topography
I don't see it
In the mirror any more,
And pictures
Don't matter any more,
There's no thousand
Words for my experience.
Instead…
I just imagine
That things catch
My eye,
And I have forgotten
That there was any other way.
