Daisy Eyed

By Anonymous

My clip clops cross the quad
Past the bench.
By Spring rings from phallic time piece
I feel old.

Daisy-eyed dream chasers
Laugh and shout.
Not knowing what it
Is to wilt.

Noticed from the bench
Big teethed grinner
Smiling with his eyes
Fixed on me.

Smile back sweetly,
Looking down discretely.
He doesn’t see that my daisy
Eyes are took.

Dandelion girls bat their daisy eyes
Chattering
About the daisy guys, as I try
To hide mine.

My body shakes with fear
Of scarlet.
I lurch in desperation to grab my
Tinted shades.

Cling to my secret
Desperately
So my daisy friends won’t
Disown me.

My clip clops cross the quad
Past the bench.
By Spring rings from a phallic time piece
I’m alone.
I feel old.