“THE WAY I SEE”

It’s intentional I think.
I let these glasses
filth up purposely.
The prescription is a little strong,
you see. Whenever I shine them up,
the world becomes a bit too much.
I can't look out, straight on, for too long,
like that. I think the world is easier to take
behind a pair of grimy glass sheets.
That grease and fog is all I need
to diffuse the bright beautiful bullshit
always shining in on me.

narrative poem written on 12-14-2011 by: on mattkane.com
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