A Private Thought Gone Pubic (An Excerpt)

the eyes see tears
dropping hard
on the pavement

run over by wheels
of fortunate despair

stepped on by hurried soles,
scurrying on tipped toes;
feeling its queer
–fearful and fearing

the eyes see the drops
they copy fishes –you see?
them breathless fishes,
like some caught anchovies

in a fishnet with immoral holes,
drawn by lustful hands
from a very,
very hungry man

          Ouch.