The minds eye

[Keith]

I should have been a false eye lash,
flashing heat on passers bye,
lush with thick mascara,
balanced on top of high heels
and a short skirt, I would strut
into dim lit night clubs,
wink involuntary at the nose
covered in powder,
my glue would hold me together,
keep me cool and sharp.
A fly trap for a strangers eye,
slowly closing to look my best,
having love in any form I choose.

But instead I stay in, curled and curious
in front of the mirror,
unglued and comical,
a table top eye that never opens.
I suppose I could balance
on top of slippers and a dressing gown,
flutter at the dustbin man
or pretend to be a mustache
and twitch at the post lady.