Monday, October 24, 2011

The Man Who Fell to Earth

Eyes blazed black and white
A speck of light reflects off the iris
The other remains hidden under a wave of hair
Tired, unshaved, disheveled
All I see is all I know
Where are we now
Staring at ourselves
Trying to trace time
Painting impermanent pictures
Chained to life
In the waves of vision and sound