Two more poems

My face reflects the hopes and dreams of my ancestors

so I dye my hair and shave it funny

and wear the same clothes until

I have to fix them with safety pins

my face still reflects the hopes and dreams of my ancestors.

I ran into a man on the street

with one lens taped to his face

over his eye

I assume his frames

had broken

(as always, everything © 2007 Joseph Walter Lindsey)

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s