admittedly
it is hard to read
smoke signals
under voluntarily
blue waters

walks go deeper
in prevailing winds
anaesthetized with
delusion’s shade of gray,
bare feet blistered

you could fry an egg
on the signals
oracles and injuries,
measured sighs
and fortune cookies

and yet

optimism has
coke bottle glasses
thick, distorted
twelve full ounces
of myopic bliss

a heart is but a muscle
it gets stronger with use
a smile becomes
almost sincere eventually.
scars contain allure

accidents happen

sometimes with a smirk

© Tom Watters  7/26/07