for my eyes to forget...
(incomplete)

Speaking for my eyes,
they'd love to breath the light,
much the same as plants fertalized
in a new life,
and never remember yesterday.

never remember foggy days
like rain on windows,
legally blind.
shattered glass from broken frames,
scraped polariods, scuffed nikes,
and cracks that grow
to resemble state boundaries
on mirors constantly reflecting
my last seven years
of bad luck.
an erased life
which was tinted red
and provoked with visine drops
daily baptising their thoughts.
If only my eyes could reminisce
and remember all the things they forgot...

maybe i wouldn't detest the cops



maybe the future would appear more legibal
if the past was inscribed in a language i couldn't read
and prefered not to translate
word for word