Panning For Perfection
angel face
decided
her face needed more holes
decided
to infect perfection
with imperfection.
My eyes walked from face hole to face hole,
each one trapping me for a second.
Filling one hole at a time,
with gentle fantasies
dangling merrily from her lip ring-
She ignites thoughts of impurites,
her tiny hands whisper across the cash register,
" you'll be here tomorrow buying things you don't need,"
filling holes in your life
with my rings in your eyes".
Panning for imperfection...
holes
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2011
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