Glared

[william]

The raggedy doll
had yarn in her eyes
when I met her.

With a brown nasal shell,
I attempted to remark
on my potatohead frame.

My clip-on ears
did bend
for her whisper,
but the wind
never caught
in the hard cartilege.

Plastic lips rearranged
for a single cotton kiss.

My attachable
tongue soon spoke of
matrimony,
but the boutonniere
fell from its socket,
and this toy's
fancy shined shoes
got cold
kneeling there,
when her facial fabric
never smiled
never frowned,
and buttons
just glared.

[pseud]

uh...perhaps the title's a little vague there, willie.

and you're a potato?

haha just thinking out loud..

- Caleb

[william]

thanks pseud. Wrote this a long, long time ago. Expect edits sooner or later...if I get around to messing with it.

- will