Anti-Poem Conversation With a Glass Eye

Conversation With A Glass Eye “maybe if you’d listen to me instead of sleeping the brain bullets might stop flying by like bad bugs maybe we might be friends again as with the rain it comes as the coldness comes from desert skies then all can drink in the reservoirs of cool mercies do you see my face can you acknowledge my stares it thinks there are no sad days just the grind of time the incessant bending of the wheel and the jack pin its long arms extending to the closed eyes of night maybe we can make love now while there is still time maybe it doesn’t matter if death waits at the depot watch out more brain bullets flying by like bad bugs”