X-Ray Specs

I never should have bought the X-ray
Specs. They've been no good for me.
I liked them when I looked at women,
Saw through shower curtains, skirts,
And got the thrills the comics promised,
But, as I kept using them, my settled
World soon dissolved. The God, who
Rules the universe, when viewed through
Them, was proved a prop, a dirty cop
The monarchs used to wield the stick
Which kept the peasants hewing to
Convenient truths. And, in the
University, I donned the specs, which,
To my horror, bored through number,
And through order, leaving me, like
All those women, naked, living, in a
Sense, but seeing life no more than
Death, a moving batch of specks with
Specs, my finite bag of faulty neurons
Far too few to comprehend the
Infinite and all it is, so limitless and
Meaningless. I found a rock and crushed
Those glasses, went to church and studied
Science, worshiped women for their
Minds, but all remains transparent,
And I have to blame the specs.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-09-26 at 01:29

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