Peripheral Vision Poem by Gina Marie Moody

Yes, these eyes
are absorbing,
beyond the measure
of generous flattery.
More than
a beauty mark,
they serve a purpose
and behind the screen of
your woven fabrications
they perceive patterns
of true design.
Focused distortion
will never camouflage
the offense discounting
periphery.
It is you that stares
through tunnels,
casting absurd shadows
to conceal your
obvious deeds...
Creep carefully,
my devious friend,
you're dangling precariously
on the edge of tolerance
and these eyes may be
the cause of your demise
as they disregard
your hasty fall.