Father of the Night
Why dids’t you the foretold for venue foretell?
Who dids’t, who whent, who did thou consider for the mean?
When the mean is the end of the road in our eyes
And in our throats we have a little of saliva and no
I will be the uno but no’ the deux since it is deux who
Mean they are together and not
Separate from eye and then it is no’
Bifocal enough for me
To see it proper.
No two eye
NO bifocal vision
No telling what you see
Without the both
You King of handsomeness, without your eyes
Thall shalt not and sheer when shall be then.
Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders