poetry

blind

she blushes and runs off
between the towers of
checkered chips

Ed gawks at her breasts
moving like marbles in a silk pocket

i tell Ed to calm down to
have another slurp of beer

he agrees for ten minutes
until baby Narcissus stumbles
out of his tender pram
munching the morsels of
a marijuana mind
i continue to watch because

he just threw a rattle against the wall
it smashed and an ear shaped shard

ricocheted off and into the
warm lap of the pool table
she turned the fragment over in her
amber hands

the shard understood the
creases and mature fingerprints
it started to listen and dance
in the aching rain of her eyelids

PhilosopherPoet

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