stolen

there are eyeballs in

the back of my head

but i don’t know who they belong to.

they frown

and scold me all day

reminding me that i’m doing

something wrong again.

they tell me

in subtle scowling tales

that i am not the true owner

of this body.

somehow i managed to get this

skin shell

while the real owner wasn’t

looking.

somehow

i tricked life into letting me

borrow this vehicle

and run it around town

with the rightful owner

locked in the back trunk.

the eyes look quizzically

at everything i do

wondering what i am

thinking

and why i keep getting

away with it.

but since i have

so much hair

no one else

notices a thing

and i spend another day

in my stolen

ride.

 

stolen

(unremembered date, 2009)

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About denelle

writer. artist. ponderer.

Posted on April 27, 2010, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. thank you so much. 🙂

  2. wow ,tremendous stuff.well penned.

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