The Eyes Have It

Eyes speak no lies, unlike the lips in falsely upturned lines curved like spiders weaving truth out of a script from the mind; it lies Those eyes reveal sadness when the whole world laughs and smiles doubled over at the waist falling to the floor clutching their sides; but the eyes don’t lie Those eyes reveal excitement when the body is hidden by Pine the ground reddish brown, barefoot sinking in soil like the fingers that mold clay or the hands that knead dough while the world remains hold up and eyes glued to television sets of mind numbing “reality” feeding security like politicians hiding stakes and pitchforks aflame in closets hidden by shelves of books about Machiavellian politics Those eyes show her confusion to an equation six figures long with voices like knives for tongues Embarrassment fueled by the consensus of laughter at her expense because she can’t understand the dividing of imaginary digits so unlike the combining of words a page long that tell of her mother’s struggle, her song And those eyes show her peace when legs dangle over wood porches naked feet aching to kiss the earth Red and Orange streaks painting the sky as she cries out with her arms stretching forward as if to embrace some unseen father that is strong and brave, present No, the eyes cannot lie, so unlike the smiles of flickering lines...