Mascara

Mascara
Blowing acorns out of the trees bandit eyes!
Its you bandit eyes
high with the sun in the afternoon
you and I like brothers
buried under an oak
stricken with cholera
perched high above the river
hovering
if one could only listen
if one could only understand
what the stark white tree skeletons had to say
in the warm scantily clad September evening
your eyes are eyes
bandit eyes
in song the boundless aches of the heart
in the distancea large woodpile
a hound with a pleasant howl
tactlessly treeing an animal pleasing its master
big brown beautifulbandit eyes !
would the drilled holes in the hedge bring youreyes to tears bandit eyes?
eyes are eyes none the less
and your still Three sheets two the wind
roaming these hills
spanning an area from the bird cage bridge
to the windmill and cabin at hack berry hollow
where the warm cocoon once emergedand slowly slipped me into sleep
some where frozen amongst coyotes and coons
snow leaving the logs helpless