...and counting...

12/26/2002

 
holding open eyes
from 7/7/'02

holding open eyes
a day pulls my lids down
but I hold my eyes open like
a father hiding his daughters under wings
when it's clear there are other things
when it's clear they should be flying
when they've got growing up to do
his wings only pale in comparison
his age, they don't dare mention
but if they stay sheltered,
there will be no flying for them
no flying.
lightning goes dim.

holding open eyes
that pull my world out of my pupils
that leave me only seeing stupor
and the disasters
that destroyed yesterday
in my drunk escapades
will I always be the fray
like your shoelace?
will I ever make my way
to the kite in the power line?
I will never be alive
so long as I hold open eyes
long passed the sunrise
burnout.