ISSAC TENNANT AND HIS ONE EYED SOUL.
Posted: January 26th, 2011, 3:56 pm
Isaac Tennant, black-haired, one-eyed,
Said through his thin tight lips,
“Don’t trust those psychiatrist fellas
With your mind, or they’ll pickle it
Like an onion and put it in a jar
Like some still-born babe.”
The girl next to him at the bar,
Brunette, squint-eyed said,
They’re the priests of the modern soul.”
But he let her words pass him
Like a foul smell, wrinkling his nose.
Staring at their reflections in the mirror,
Saw her hand raise her skirt
And scratch her thigh,
Looked at his one eye, and smiled.
Said through his thin tight lips,
“Don’t trust those psychiatrist fellas
With your mind, or they’ll pickle it
Like an onion and put it in a jar
Like some still-born babe.”
The girl next to him at the bar,
Brunette, squint-eyed said,
They’re the priests of the modern soul.”
But he let her words pass him
Like a foul smell, wrinkling his nose.
Staring at their reflections in the mirror,
Saw her hand raise her skirt
And scratch her thigh,
Looked at his one eye, and smiled.