Two short poems.

Philosophical Optometry

His eyes were made unfortunately small
Through the thick, convex lenses
That pinched and pried at photon waves.

For one, clarity.
For another, distortion.
Like any lens.

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There Must Be Beauty

There must be beauty
behind our clumsy,
sexually loaded game.

Slightly averted eyes
speak their own rhymes;
how we love hating love.

But for the beauty,
I would nod to the loss
and walk off this field.