Requested:Terrible homemade eye-patch for my eye with bad vision.

perfect!

heeeheeeeeeee

shoul've...sent...a...poet.

Oh wait, I am a poet!!
Get ready...

I think
your mind
is over
worked hold
ing a too
heavy hair half
back from traveling
in its dangle or orbit.
all black and
unraveling.

Must two eyes function to lock fate? And
I would save the patch for what leaks.
ships. sighs and whimpers
.
You don't need both eyes to see I love you. Yesterday
You heard me stare from under the bed, hard, tight,
from my cramped slice of night, my alone state,
claws swiped at trails of black nightgown, and yawned.
strained. yearned to bat at one understated curl
of your sleep-tossed locks, scratched.
quite like a frustrated housecat.
like an angry black cat.
like a dark man, a man lit up darkly for you. or
by you. the stark moon parked over you, darkly
lit, as I too am dark,

but here I am and.

you think my mind is over.

oh.
no.

An invisible ribbon buckles under
my shame. A cable of logic recoils
as the sun and I collect
our weight, yes the every spiral breaks,
the calculus cannot hear the calculator,
and we fall.
math shatters.
logic roils.
waves stop.
oh.
a black sea.
a blind man.
in a black hole.
hot.
heavy with gravity.
And still
you can see --
If I can't have you,
then no one can have any one.

No one can have anything.

We all get nothing.
Because nothing could hold your beauty up
just to wait...for the sun.

The Sun tugs us in to soon heat
death, and one. one. not in stereo, but one...
Come. One. One. Win. Love.
One. One. a drum
of unknown age I am, to be
martyred in your young fires. Ours. Young.
One. Young.
One.
One.

One.

Sun.

One.

We think
our mind
is ov
er.