VERSE • bunzen bay in berkeley • 2004.10.18
Poxalicious eyedium


a light taste of
optical nerve's grace,
the eye's face,
garners a maced gaze.

that place
lost in the brain's maze
invigorates
a smile on my dazed face.

eyes gaped
draped in a laced gaze-
ah, dreaming of those jizzled and maced days.