centered on a bottle of Châteauneuf-du-Pape
Posted: March 27th, 2006, 1:24 pm
Reflected
to waste in blindness—
wasted it’s nonetheless
epiphany
of what would be
if eye turned to eyes beholding.
Bottle of Châteauneuf-du-Pape—
whore expensive. The loneliness
is more than enough to justify payment
for drinks and joys in solitude;
glazed eyes lose their eyes beholding.
And there, with the blindness and the loneliness and whoring—
could you be reflected
and missed?
to waste in blindness—
wasted it’s nonetheless
epiphany
of what would be
if eye turned to eyes beholding.
Bottle of Châteauneuf-du-Pape—
whore expensive. The loneliness
is more than enough to justify payment
for drinks and joys in solitude;
glazed eyes lose their eyes beholding.
And there, with the blindness and the loneliness and whoring—
could you be reflected
and missed?