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Irish Eyes

Wild Irish eyes,
framed in dark plastic,
focus in and out of life,
zooming in when black leather cats
pounce on their pray.
Friends of friends
drift
into their hedonistic lives,
and a smoke filled apartment
is no longer a
sanctum
from the outside.
A rickrack sweater
is a sheild
from a serenade of cold gusts,
that blow a flimsy body
this way and that.
At times,
sending it to roll
with the four-wheel drive bandwagon
that everyone's on nowadays.
Individuality
seems like a childhood dream,
and blending in
is the way to live.
Or not to live at all,
and watch from the sidelines.
He is safe there...
waiting.