It is not through weeping,
but all evening the pale blue eye
on your most photogenic side has kept
its own unfathomable tide. Like the boy
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They wait and whisper in the air-lock of the lobby with patches, eyewash, the truth about mascara. a very good poem. tony
A well written poem, lots of images, as simples mascara infraction or. Abuse my thoughts the latter only the poet knows
held out a huge finger, lifted atoms of dust with the point of a tissue and imagined slivers of hair in the oil on the cornea. We are both in the dark, but I go on.. very good poem. tony
I am steadying the ointment that will bite like an onion, piping a line of cream while avoiding the pupil and in no time it is glued shut like a bad mussel. a very fine poem. tony
The sea is an eternal lamentation . Comparing it with a tearful eye , is great .