Sunday, September 18, 2011

Looking Back

Your eyes look thru me,
cold blue steel,
valor driven,
streaming our history.

smoking gun,
shattered glass against
tomorrow, the promise of
parlor room disconnect.

Leapfrogging over shattered
apologies and overindulgence,
like swirls of mortar within our
liquid pools of confidence.

What do you see,
on the other side of me,
you reek of indifference,
what’s in it for me?

Perhaps a trinket from the
guilty, the cruel intentioned,
the masquerade, the guilty party,
looking back.

© 2011/jdr

1 comment:

  1. it.