the unthinkable mind

The Eyes Have It

My eyes were full of stories,
hanging in the gallows condemned
where shallow words
were as useless as the writer was.

Bleed your heart they say and put to pen what you fear most.
Commit to the unthinkable and
expunge your mind of the ordinary.

But I am ordinary.

And aside from the wildness of my hair and pomegranate tinged lips,
I could never be anything other than myself.  
well maybe
but I make an incredible commitment to the ordinary.

Look, you can see it in my eyes.