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 Those Eyes Of That Woman In That Drawing by Blueblood The street hung dejected with rows of withered trees and jarringly on display at a forlorn sidewalk, was this black and white drawing, twenty by twelve Eye-catching as it was of a woman in baby's suit On contrary to what most obsessed men might expect It bore an older insignia, probably in her late sixties At least the contours around her flaccid cheeks coupled with her saggy epithelia told the tale. The way she stood gave an impression that her soaring chassis could barely hold her weight Her lips unpursed as if she was cursing me in undertone Her breasts were like stones in a pair of shocks Her tummy was an uneven surface of an age-old mirror Her eyes, oh, those dark ogles beneath those cavernous, sinister sockets of hers just haunted me to death To shun them, I stepped to the right as if to change my point of view, squinting her from the corner of my eyes Yet, I found them staring right at me, piercing my eyes Unable to erase the look of panic that spread across my face I took to my heels, guilty, never daring to look back.
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