Smug Orbs – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


At dVerse Lisa is hosting poetics with an invitation to write about an irritating human trait and an extra challenge to try writing a duodora form.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Halloweeny Humans


“The gaze that sees is the gaze that dominates.” Michel Foucault

Smug Orbs

He wore saucers upon his face
like some weird, bug-eyed alien
with bobbled stalks, moving in
grand comic waves of distraction,
pretending not to see that, indeed
I could clearly see that he was
searching my moral failings.

He wore saucers upon his face,
those bulging smug orbs of
judgement thrust against me
like long, sticky blades of spite
steeped in bitter misunderstanding,
lost in fragmented distortions of
not seeing what he is seeing.

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