Wax Poetic

How a Look Sounds

8 October, 2010 (12:00) | Wax Poetic

You were odd, and I was awed
by the scene that I’ve seen
one thousand times in TIME’s
big story I read in big bold red
capital letters, capitol letters
to the Prince of Persia, prints of
presents to be bestowed in his presence
by a maid who made the room
appear like a pier you’d see by the sea
blue sky ceiling blew white wall clouds
and I could see with one eye in the telescope
a ship, too far from here to hear
the rock I threw breaking through the glass
breaking the peace with every piece shattering and falling
on your clean floor and you’re looking at me
with a look no one would know just how to respond

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