Poor Eyesight and the Heart’s Desire
There was a time
I dear remember,
when fresh and new
were printed bold
upon my private menu
but I am older, now
and more mature.
I learned
there is great spoilage risk,
after a long day
in the sun or two and
time,
a maggot creature,
chews away,
as they best do,
until the darkest eyelash
comes undone, its
glue
proved not true.
Through
measured, ground,
high-polished glass,
I see my grand
illusion of you
and
your once terrific
ass!
Robert On The Air 