No Questions
Smiles, both painted and real,
jump from dressing stalls
and cracks in sidewalks
- if I choose to look in that direction...
Stares both suggestive
...and mean
float right into my face..
Seems they speak;
Flailingly,
to make undesired connection
An invisible bridge to me
Might sound strange and lunatic;
But just might like to be blind.
No one wanting to stare too long
No questions or forced replies.
jump from dressing stalls
and cracks in sidewalks
- if I choose to look in that direction...
Stares both suggestive
...and mean
float right into my face..
Seems they speak;
Flailingly,
to make undesired connection
An invisible bridge to me
Might sound strange and lunatic;
But just might like to be blind.
No one wanting to stare too long
No questions or forced replies.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.