You were a giant.
No small wonder my world shook
the morning you fell.
6.19.15
(tribute to my father who passed 6.19.10)
Month: June 2015
Third Eye Blind
You, wearing painted scales
and extension blinders,
fettering vision of two and
third eye blind.
You see only your blemish,
your blight,
your bulge.
But I see you true;
I see your unicorn soul.
(6.18.15)
