eye's cocktail

My red glass is full

on the table but you keep pouring

I don't see it but I feel it

when the sweet overflow drips out

bubbles and runs over the edge

now on my thighs

I want to tell you to stop

but I can't then you drop a pebble inside

so my drink splashes over and I catch it

now in my mouth

Somehow your words go unheard-

You shout in my face and I close

my ears in the dust storm but slurp up

the meaning in my palms now wet

not once

not twice

not three times-

I lose count -- how deep is this well?,

five fingers shallow-ly stir

-----the cocktail.

Alas lonely the cup sits

unable to quench

this ever-growing

dry -- bone -- thirst