the Log•in my I


 
eye made a mistake, eye fixed
 
 
 
 
my spectacle

(s)

my Shade

(s)

my 3D vision

(s)

seeking to replace the write eye

that was log-jammed, and irksomely would•he

with rat pack finesse.

~the left I established long ago~

exchanging shattered glass

(still)

kaleidoscope colorful

& loupes

(still)

daring & dizzying

& faceted view

(still)

reflecting the million seen

(s)

for unsplintered lenses…

dangerously flimsy, but there were no contacts

fitting horn rims with

double convex,

rhinestone detail,

& tortoise shell

plus choke-chain lanyard,

& while this fresh outlook

is ordered…

or· gone ·eyes

is glaring in magnified detail…

is stylish, mirrored, & polarized…

like a blind man’s

is bi, tri, and my focal

exclusively

it’s shuttered my

3rd eye

in Coke bottle

goggles,

safe, but pointless

and

eye

can no longer

see.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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