Paternal dreams,
the recluse of my grandiosity.
Flipping through channels,
dead batteries in my clicker.
(Antiquated references be damned!)
She's flushing her destiny down
the drain. Tears, vomit, ill will.
She's weeping now,
weeping now,
weeping now.
The TV set is broken.
Weeping now,
weeping now,
Weeping now.
There's a sweaty ball cap
sitting on the chipped oak post
on my edge of the bed.
It's blue and red all over.
To no one's delight, it was for
the One never delivered.
A solitary tear.
Eye contact, a breach
of rules solemnly kept in tact.
Brown eyes, window to the soul.
Blue eyes, some will never meet.
Brown eyes, shutting now.
Blue eyes...someday, somehow.
Brown eyes, weeping now.
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