He's Got Buttons On His Eyes Copyright 2007 - Louise Ann Stowell - Al Rights Reserved |
Feast of All Souls
slip the mask
over
your face
caressing the curl of lips
left
unkissed
touchable
only
through glitter plastic
shield in place
with eyes that have never
looked
so
naked
a sinless simulation
artfully crafted by a thousand nights
of indelicate deceits
variation justified
by cold corpses surpassing fiction
in their dumpster decadence
draping bloodless
bloated limbs
fingers point
at
nothing in particular
but inanimate eyes
charge
you
as your spotless boots
pick through the refuse
discreetly
you blend
into the absolute onyx
of the night
Copyright 1995 - Louise Ann Stowell - All Rights Reserved
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