My hollow hearts eyes
b"My Hollow Heart's Eyes\\n\\nlate at night, after all those bored people have gone to bed, that's when the beautiful star filled emptiness awakens, my hollow heart's eyes...\\n\\nthe signs and signals are there, comforting me,\\n\\nalas, I tend to pay more attention to black cats, \\n\\nmidnight owls and nightingales, my affections\\n\\nsteering this heavy wheel through the caress\\n\\nof backwood trees, their crooked gnarled limbs invite me deeper into some shadowy thicket\\n\\nfreely, veering away from hubbubing yesterday,\\n\\nslumbering escapes me, as the salty silhouette of a lone wolf tells me of a hungry consumption\\n\\nJames Kenneth Blaylock"