Going Blind and Seeing Things

by S.W. Rouach

Going Blind and Seeing Things (Image by author)

Jeremy packed himself instead of his bags
Cemented his house of cards and then he collapsed
In the past
if it seemed so wrong
then it’s probably wrong

Shown he was murder-prone when he killed all his pets
Burned off his face on the stove lighting dad’s cigarettes
on a bet
and a triple dare
and a vacant stare
that was in the

forcing down the medicine
so bless us all for we have sinned…
the numbness of your everything
is drowning in a thirst to drink
the lines that form the median
are like a mute voice screaming it
the violence that the peace will bring
of going blind and seeing things
again

Notice his bejeweled hands that revolve in his lap
Crowned by his personal goons and their highway trash
what a crash
when they see he’s drawn
his balloon says