2/23/92- Behind His Eyes

                                                                                    2/23/92
                                                                                     L.A.

            Behind His Eyes

    There was nothing behind his eyes
    As he stood leaning in no particular direction
    No hint of recognition,antennae broken off
    His life open for speculation
    The truth packed away somehow
    To choose to look and not to see
    Restless hands against denim thighs
    That could be capable of subtle beauty
    And waves of tactile kindness
    Or then again,a killing blow...

    Will he vanish into these people I claim
    I never once was like
    When there was nothing behind my eyes?