Eyes Leak
My #14 for National Poetry Month
eyes leak.
they can't help it,
spurting across surprised cheeks
veining red highways
in languages evasive
and punctuated
with clarity,
torn from diary pages unattended.
They chart maps
into unknown terrain,
posting lamps to
allow us to see ourselves
in some sort of abrupt shift,
if not more clearly.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015