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.
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