What Do Eyes?
Perhaps if I resolve to read...
Just maybe if I pour myself into others’ writing...
and feed my eyes on a wealth of words...
I might just find a thing or two.
I might not have to do the grueling act
of living without knowing what Poe’s got to say.
Or Whitman,
Or Elliott,
Or Sigmund,
Or Kant.
I believe I’ve discovered what my eyes really want.
It’s not a daunting life of “out of the loop.”
I know how I’ll get the inside scoop!
Oh God, damn the literate man
who knows how to read but never can
bear to be patient enough
to plow through this stuff
of ink and eternal insight.
Perhaps I’will see it.
Just maybe, I’ll read it.
And my eyes from now on will feast on the words
Of all the good things tha’ve been writ.
