Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Joshua W. Circlebrain ❯ Joshua W. Circlebrain ( Chapter 1 )

Joshua W. Circlebrain

Josh’s eyes are a novel in Greek

And the eighth sea

They are sharper than the knives I feel

When they pass me by

Josh’s eyes are Tartarus, Elysian, and Cerebrus’ leash

A poisoned wolf trap

And a carrot lured by lies on a growing nose

Josh’s eyes are the warmth of a pillow after the dreamer has gone

They are the cool of fresh sheets, not yet touched by sleepy feet

And the Honduran maid that makes the bed

Josh’s eyes are the envy of the foxes

And dropping beads on the abacus

Josh’s eyes are every Fall Out Boy lyric

A bee sting that closes my throat

Josh’s eyes are the color of birth

And the shape of a happy death

Josh’s eyes are a bed-headed brunette boy

And his mouth the tomboy best friend next door

The sheep leaping the nocturnal fence

The psycopomp to my internal hell

And no more appreciative

Than a sated Sphinx seated on riddles

Josh’s eyes are a crisp hundred-dollar bill

To a lean courtesan

Josh’s eyes are Mona Lisa’s lips

And Neko Case’s voice

Josh’s eyes are the Knowledge of Good and Evil

And the Metatron

Josh’s legs are the empire state building

The paws of a sinning fox

Who can hear the hounds of death coming

And the helicopter ski, running down the wolf

Josh’s hands are long like eternity

And the wages of the devil

Far behind on his payments

Josh’s laugh is the wing of Seraphim

Enough to strike a human soul down

Josh’s smile is the silver bullet

And the bezoar for the heart

Josh’s stride is a smash hit riff

And God’s gift to my enemies

Josh’s mind is the printing press

Versailles

And the colored lights

Josh is what I name my first born child

And the cardiac arrest

Josh is my words

And they are slipping away from me