eyes
ray heinrich
Those rooster-red relics of your eyes,
fevered, stare sightless from your chair.
But they were never frugal nor predictable
and only need the music from the radio
to dance to the flurry of the stage again.
Never frugal or predictable,
those rooster-red relics of your eyes,
fevered, stare sightless from your chair.
Then, with the music from the radio,
dance, to the flurry of the stage again.
While the music dances,
those rooster-red relics of your eyes,
fevered, stare sightless from your chair.
Still, they see the flurry of the stage,
never frugal or predictable,
dancing, with the radio.
Those rooster-red relics of eyes,
fevered, and staring sightless from your chair.
Once, they saw the flurry of the stage,
but here you are, frugal and predictable.
Sitting, just you, and your radio.
