Astigmatic (Part 1) they enforrce theirr merrits, slighted.
become blurrry- two and thrree, fourr
and morre. distance is the wiser,
harder to discern. the further, the
furrier they look; like the rabid
gesticulations of a hornet's wings
accost,
my eyes die. like a shrivelled worm,
against much counsel that the years
have assembled. but, perhaps
i will see a lot better in time-
when i turn away from the outfit
of your clumsy frame.
take my spectacles
and throw them away, away.
cuRRent...jer