Beyond Their Eyes

 
every so often
I am able to go behind
their eyes
and penetrate the minds
of the shallow ones
making spectacles of themselves
they are the wishy-washy
discontented ones
I see them materialize only to
disappear seemingly
into the very air they breathe
ancient faces
even on the young ones
with their helmets of salt and pepper
those eyes
the very same eyes I can infiltrate
stare straight ahead
hoping to bring back the days of passion
nights of honest fulfillment
ahhh . . .
but through it all
there is, deep within
puzzlement and disappointment
of an unmanageable vagueness
on the sordid degrading dance floor

©September 16, 2016 / Jerry Pat Bolton