it was about 11:30

you’ve got the eyes

the black-rings-around, 

sad, 
tired, 

one-more-drag eyes

eyes that have seen too much too many times.

they are eyes that have forgotten how to shut
from all the times they have been forced awake

eyes that know god but dance with the devil

bedroom eyes. 

gray eyes, 
swirling, smoking, 

extinguished-fire-eyes

defeated eyes, 

rain-cloud-on-a-perfect-sunny-day eyes

take-me-now eyes

you’ve got eyes that say a lot more than your skinny-pink-cigarette lips ever could.