Glasses are small windows on your face
irritating panes
no contest for the question uttered most often
where are my glasses, my black glasses
the bane of my exisitence
those supposedly non slip glasses...
until beads of sweat
turn your nose
into a slip n slide
Opening a hot oven
your face is a bog
and the windows on your face
fog up
pull them off your ears
call the window cleaner
scratched windows on your face
time to replace the panes.
p. malafronte (2010)
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