xLx's blog: "Savage Eyes"

Savage eyes behind a glacier smile;

Can't you see past my polite disdain?

Anger's on ice, but you keep chiseling away, 

and your small talk's thawing my resolve.

No, I don't feel like talking about it. 

I'm not about to prostitute my problems

while you look down and sample the wares

from atop your lofty moral perch,

then head home to blissfully forget me

like a Baptist preacher in a whore house.

This frozen tedium is getting old.

Stop groping for a cheap earful;

just pick up your fundamentalist soapbox

and go back to republican suburbia

before I unleash the blizzard

that hides behind my savage eyes.