a study toward sonnet #1,387 by FisherKingKQJ
(llxi)
The way that I stared at you was so crude,
Unblinking, my brain was transfixed with awe
Of natural good looks, both naive and rude,
Blonde tresses turned white olden, seamless flaw.
So dazed, I missed your mirthful attitude,
You stood no plaster saint, you loomed my law,
That face eclipsed the sun, my sight well cued,
Once Cupid shot his bolts, I crashed dropjaw.
Newmarket's throng, your slipstream chatter slurs,
Your bobbing head blazing blind my optic nerve;
Now, tactile pavement tile bumps serve
Me well as white cane tap guide, yellowish blurs;
Push buttons, talking signposts near bus stops,
One curvy shadow lands, on eyelids hops.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 stops
o $10,000,000 ends
o $10,000,000 halts
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