J.J. Campbell writes

those soft eyes

those soft eyes look me 

up and down from across

the room

so many years since the

brain has danced like this

good thing i'm a few

drinks in

all sense of dread has

turned to liquid courage

what could possibly go

wrong when an out of work,

overweight guy in his forties

approaches a beautiful black

woman in her twenties

especially when you see a

large black man walking

right behind you

i suppose if the drinks were

something other than the

strong shit

you would have realized those

soft eyes were never intended

for you

Self Portrait [detail] -- Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn