Two, Mine Eyes

To my eyes,
A peacock.

I peer again at the reflection in the tap.
I should not... force it.

The creature turns.  I know
It is an amalgamation, an aberration,
Of faded blue tiles (the wife dislikes),
Multiply-dotted
Lights in chrome.
To myopic, steamed bather
Fan back a dozen fake eyes.

Laser opthalmology
Is A Reasonably-Priced Option.
I would rather
Eat My Shorts.

Last updated 30 January 2009

Authors: email mc at hamble dot eclipse dot co dot uk

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