gallas13

Ophthalmology

So thats what
it came down to:
spheres thats all.
Couldve been cleaved here
by Occams Razor long ago
an autopsy that would
reveal a lineage of jelly-filled judges
and salt water fishing rods
that had always been trolling for signs
of light after sunset, and still did;
but were easily numbed by a campfire
that was hissing wet;
watery marbles half lost in a memorys dragnet,
blinded by the drunk reflection
of a drunk vampire that looked back
(that had once been? or would be?
a mother and a hydrophobe
feared drowned on the other side
of the waters surface
her face in that face?
she looked to see)
and too tanked to discern
another arm from its own,
bit into itself
and drank to life after sundown.
And every afternoon morning
was ice cream atop sugar cones,
brilliant and sweet and at first round,
(lazers would have been preferred,
lazer beams over ice cream,
to cut the flesh and plane the skin,
but too late, too late for her)
and these soggy calculators added up
the reds, the yellows, the blues,
strewn with sprinkles,
now fast melting, faster than could be licked up,
running together in a sticky sweet hue,
rolling down the stairs under cover of laughter,
and out the door with the vampire staggering after.