another one from a year ago

Confusing Eyes With Mouths

We use bottles for glasses

Confounding, confusing eyes and tongues

This is why we’re blind.

Seeing isn’t believing

We can’t believe what we’re seeing

We think we can taste the truth

How bad do we want it?

Pick it up off of the floor

Dust it off

Try to put it in out mouths again

Like an infant

Who can’t believe

The objects they see can be

So colorful

So he picks up anything

With his fat sticky fingers and

Fumbles it into his mouth

We try to grab things

With our nimble fingers

Realities we can’t pick up

We can’t even reach

We can’t admit that though

The baby can try

Just like baby, we babble

Slobber, stammer, yammer, wage

Those glasses aren’t binoculars

They do not magnify the real picture

Those glasses we wear pass through our lips

Suffocating the air, swallowing up the gap

Tongues and teeth are mere mile markers

How far gone we become

Slightly delusional

By the tip of the tongue

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