I glaze into her eyes, purple haze, smoking black;
She shows her teeth
(They’re clean,
Mine aren’t).
She crosses her eyes to look at me, making her squint;
She tries to foresee
(But can’t very far
Beyond me).
I say dumb sounds like, “I’ll stay or go away”;
She rattles her brains,
(Which rattles me)
And sends me away.
I’ve gone insane and can only babble dripping words;
She has deaf ears
(Which hear sounds
But can’t see).
My eyes become misty: they’re raining inside my head;
(I wander about,
Lost for awhile)
And then I wake up.
(written in 1967)
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I am an Astrologer who also writes about world events. My first eBook "At This Point in Time" is available through most on-line book stores. I have now serialized my second book "The Star of Bethlehem" here. And I am experimenting with birth and death charts. If you wish to contact me, or request a birth chart, send an email to cdsmiller17@gmail.com. (And, in case you are also interested, I have an extensive list of celebrity birth and death details if you wish to 'confirm' what you suspect may be a past-life experience of yours.) Bless.
This poem is the flip on yesterday’s Love.
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