My Eyes are Nothing

But empty empty pain

Hollow and Healing from the most recent eyelash scar masked by mascara

I am just a human

I am just an oddball

Waiting for my cue

There’s no pocket full of miracles in my sockets

They’re empty harbors of broken mirrors

Words left to rot in my brain

Instead of planted in the dirt of your thighs

Hmmmmm

Hmmmmmmmppphhhhh

Muffle muffle

I am a cunninglinguist

Skilled in the art of communication mental breakdowns of synapses misfiring on all cylinders

I need a hollow half pipe

To let the punks skate around

Skate around

While I bmx

The old up and down

Whoa dude how did you get so Xtreme when you were born so long ago

I’m the brain damage of the party

That’s why my eyes are empty hollow as a clown car

How do they drive wearing those shoes?

I’m the brain damage of the party

The caramel corn inside Abe Lincoln’s head

Who is Daria Anyway

And why does she shrug when she looks at me?

Some people think I’m classic like a PBR

But I think I’m just flat

Like the Great Salt Flats

So come on baby strap me to the rocket and call me Your Thunderdome

Remember

This is just a poem

Not a picture

But truth is

They’re both talking about stares worth 1000 words

Words always seem to feel short

Kinda like Wee-Man

I heard he’s a Real Jackass

Just like me

Yeah just like me