amanuensis
As I was working
on my stare I saw a face
that was not there
it wasn’t there again today
I wish my stare would go away
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Face
June 3, 2016
December 22, 2014
Santa Clues
To meet
face to face
my face and me
to gaze agog
on a sea of me.
A sea
of sudden time
surrounds, breaches,
fills my head from source:
one bright blithe crystal
on the russet titanium floor,
caught in a chance manner,
a blip,
a pulse,
the fading morning bonnet fleets.
Gone as quick as it came,
we chanced a profound sorrow to part
and were gone.
September 11, 2013
You what mate?
Stagefrit,
dumbstruck,
ashen,
The face stared down
on the bated mob.
Nothing would come out:
children exploded, men fought, women wept,
but nothing came out.
Aides de camps and unknown others, bent under
unseen chopper blades, scurried.
Still nothing came.
In the lower right hand corner of the screen,
a purple faced, ill-kempt, bulbous signer,
feminine, signed frantically. The mob paused.
What’s she saying? What’s she saying?
Nothing silly, it’s a pantomime!
Yes, but what’s she signing?
Watch my lips, watch my lips.
Ah, thank heavens!
The collective sighed knowing
The Face only lied when its lips were moving.
Grimbeau 