A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Wednesday, October 27, 2021

both your eyes

both your eyes
are perceptible.
Commandingly so.
Unstoppably
perceptible.

When you lock a dude
like me in the eyes with
those, he begins to gawp
helplessly like a fish
punched through the mouth
by a huge skyhook swung
with the force of a wrecking
ball, waft in the psychic eyelight
your doubly-barreled perceptible gaze
wings in zephyrs to whoever's bold
enough to meet that I-beam midswing. 

It's like getting a steel girder right in the mind
at approximately a thirty story velocity
fallen from atop the construction site. Where

all such thoughts are forged
and put up. 

No building like that can hold
up long under the kind, soft, loving
and permissive gaze of those eyes
of yours. Moss-green sacramental discs
of implied grey, gold flickers caught

in stopped time.

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