It’s Not Only Rude To Stare. By CpSingleton © 2015
Stare at anything long enough;
I mean really concentrate
On that glistening ornament or
Patch of brilliant white artex ceiling, and
You’ll see the negative forming:
It’s polar opposite yawning into life.
The tiniest crack in wood and plaster
Grows and spreads like bad blood.
The minutest smudge on a shirt collar
Cries out in pure, molested despair.
The vibrancy of summer wilts to
The cold, withered death of winter.
Even love; that bringer of angels
On golden hover-boards and
Poets chomping away on MDMA,
Is left to shrug sulkily if scrutinised
Until the lacrimal glands gush tears
Like a fire crew at a towering inferno.
The moral, if there ever is such,
Is, like anything else in this life,
From food, alcohol and to love:
Look, admire and quickly reflect;
Momentarily, before the obsession to
Stare too intently sucks…
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