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Glass Balls
by April Pittman
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
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People in plastic houses
throwing canned beans
and lowered expectations
my only hope
half turned away from me
my only love
preparing an exit
that would rip shards
of my glass heart
right out of my hands
and the blood falls
like miniature crystal balls
there is no grand secret
hidden behind my eyes
if I could see what
you think you see
maybe I would love me too.

These rows and rows of cannons
waiting to blast their words at me
a circular hole between my ribs
a trail of smoke telling picture stories
of plastic hearts and canned lies
that make this world all too real
there is no secret
I have no eyes
what this was
was never what it is
I hope you never really thought
we could work this way
the years you used as weapons
white knights, white lights, white lies
you bled this naive obsession
with escape
if I could see what
you think you see
I probably wouldn't love me either.

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Reviewed by Jeremy Vaeni 9/10/2004
I'm always a big fan of the poem that lives up to both halves of its double entendre title.
Reviewed by Paul Berube 9/9/2004
Excellent writing. " Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK 9/8/2004
Sad Weird Romantic Write!

Reviewed by Sue Hess 9/8/2004
if i could see what you see, maybe i could love me too...what a great line. i like this alot
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