Eyes of Chance

I am waiting

waiting with bulging eyes

that want to devour the human race

to drive my dagger deep

into the eyes of chance.

Her eyes once met mine

and were sealed in a solid bond of trust.

The crystallization of the world

Revealed in those sweet eyes

Left me blushing

In the floodlights of her gaze.

Naturally,

her kisses soon flew

from the balcony

on the crowds below

as they marched on

confident pigeons

on nameless streets

glazed with rain.

With one eye relaxed on the window,

the other fixed on the door,

I am still waiting…

waiting to drive my dagger deep

into the eyes of chance.