Slicing Up Eyeballs
It takes one to know one
Deleuze told me
But then again no
I cut them,
I hurts, but then again no.
I slice, I cut, I take life,
But then again no.
I only take what’s mine to take,
What I can.
Who can take life?
A devil, a demon?
Perhaps an Odysseus, a Hercules?
I, myself, am neither,
Possessed of that courage or strength.
Just a mortal, carrying nothing
But the will to move forward.
Destructive Anachronism 