Flypaper Wall
I wear the wall soul on my face,
For you to feel the strange drawling winds, dull jade mossrubbed edges,
Jets of varied fluids from their respective orifices; but you,
With human tendencies, see the eyes, seemingly open but veiled screened
chinkfilled with secrets.
There is an other side to me, if you look, taking a turn at the corner,
Cutting across Miss Latha's bonsai garden, there iam-
Awkwardly tucked- butt up- rearview sphinx but you will not look, you'll rather
keep staring at the shallow eyes- aquiline nose- hollow air- Buddha'z hairdo
And finally- the flower drooling mouth that, like a flypaper, catches
the velcro flowers riding the winds of your garden...
(The more intimate still grope the eyes which blink when you blink and wink when you look away)
YOU ARE READING
3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - 2018
PuisiWelcome to the Poets Pub 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever. This year it will be an eight (8) week gauntlet style poetry competition, with a new poetry prompt every week and a winner announced each week. All winners will be eligible for our Poet...
