Magazine

Magazine

I flip through
Each page
A face
With
Pretty eyes
Looking straight at me
Oh
He smiles
Doing for vogue at the camera
Yet
The world thinks he’s cute
In a photograph
But
Doesn’t take a second
Of
What he’s like when he’s off duty

Tell me
in a magazine
where I read from word to word
of an article
which
lead me to thinking and
not so thinking
as
it depends on category

sometimes
I scam through it
Or skip through it
When
I only thought its ordinary

Adorable clothing I like
Talking about love is my topic
And maybe wonder why
Does the magazine’s standing on the bookshelf
When the wind flip over the page

And
I
Begin
To
Fall
Asleep.

Copyright ©2006 kai croft