The Stairs, my Stares
The fixing, the looking.
What is not glaringly obvious
Is the reason for these eyes
To be used instead of the voice.

The reason?
They eye tells it as it is.
The voice?
Well the voice can colour, distort.
It can also complain.

These stairs go up.
Some stairs come down.
Some stares provide for reasoning,
These stares are uncomfortable.
Making you feel penetrated.

From my perspective
The stairs would raise me up.
Don't stare.
I look the other way,
You are gone.
I have lost.

(Written in England, July 27th 2018. Begun @ 8.35pm - Ended 8.50pm
as an example of "rush poetry").
© 2018 Christopher Thompson