What Are You Staring At?

Staring at a lemon pizza, singing “Three Blind Mice”,

Staring at a stolen fruit-cake, slicey-slicey-slice!

Staring at a horse’s bite marks,

Staring at some BS kite marks,

Staring at my work for once, but never staring twice.

Staring at the Colosseum, crashing on your head,

Staring at the silences between the words you said,

Staring at the moon in May,

Staring at some horse’s hay,

Staring at your eyebrows when I thought that you were dead.

Staring at the Terracotta Army in retreat,

Staring at your irises when we were playing cheat,

Staring at the last man standing,

Staring at a fake Moon Landing,

Staring at the space above your amputated feet.