open skies open eyes

under open skies

what the eyes see
when they are closed
all of their trees
have been bulldozed 

got it locked
 like a vault
the whole block
covered in asphalt

no lofty quotes
to be displayed 
only bank notes 
to be paid

short breaths they took
made them dead
bigfoot slowly looks 
and shakes his head

important things mind spoken 
strong the rhyme flows
their wings were broken
a long time ago
 
there he waits
under open skies
its never too late
to open your eyes

23JUN25

Sorry I forgot to put that at the top. And I am running late for an eye doctor appointment this morning. Seems like every poem I wrote this morning had something to do with seeing or vision. I wonder why : )

One story about eyes before I go. I wear a pair of eyeglass frames that are kind of like the Clark Kent ones from the 50’s. When I was in the military they were the standard military issue frames. I always kind of knew that if I ever had to wear glasses those would be the ones that I would choose. So when I finally had to start wearing glasses I started trying to find the right frames. It took about 2 years to get the right ones.

I called a company in Greenville South Carolina named Shuron. I was going to order a pair of frames called Sidewinders. I told the guy that I was trying to find glasses that looked like the Army glasses in the 80’s. He told me that what I wanted was a frame called the Freeway. He said that Shuron had a contract to supply the military in the 80’s and that was the frame that they shipped. Mission accomplished!

In the those days all of the enlisted men had a nickname for those glasses. They called them BCD’s. That stands for birth control devices. Their reasoning was that if you were sporting those glasses no body was getting pregnant. And I am pretty sure I could probably find a more flattering look.

But those glasses do the same thing that bigfoot and that the ukulele does. They just give me the biggest goofiest smile.

& it’s all that matters