Gargoyle Eyes

Where pits of peaches fall and jumping needles crawl
And the whole wide world stretches out like dough before us
In a half asleep dream of memories and prospects
The hope of calloused hearts shaves off layers
To the fresh and tender flesh of recklessness
Scalded and racing the tempest for flight
With the passion of daylight circumnavigating the hallways
And in the distance the crackling of the river rocks
And the ticking of second-hand counter clocks
In dim reflection
And an itchy sweater's habit
Of gathering friends from
Nature's shed skin