I am not like you

where are your eyes?

guessing, calculating?

some distinct imperfections?

juicy but dry or yellow and brittle

they are fearful in your brilliant stare.

enormously superior visions

oddly shaped images

twisting.

twitching.

faultless?

in these vague sights

sudden thoughts are haunting me

blurred

rejections

faded suggestions in our secluded mind.

where have your eyes been?

wondering?

perfecting?

or remembering of a place I’ve never seen.

this is fate, my friend!

© david watts