Eyes

As far as I know

magnetic attraction fails me--

I'm an American writer and Mexican

how much more opposite do I need to be?

Every eye that has met mine

disconnects

like faulty power lines

I gave the brown,

a blinking look

and then that's all it took

for them to shun me

like day does night

I gave the greens one

whole attention,

like whole grain

in grown men's cereal

but like an old text

my appearance went uncared for

I gave the blue ones

a rich man's courtesy

not ever blinking at their honesty

as they looked away

I can not keep those eyes from looking at me

more than five seconds

and for all love knows

that could be a heartbeat

yet there was a time

when I attracted eyes,

making a bridge between the two sets

where evil could not pass--

the cold sound of bells ringing and trains leaving...

a sudden crash as the world

of love spins away from me..

Damn eyes of ado

how I like to look at you

but my face must be in a book of Fame

that explains to people with eyes

that to connect with "him"

renders utter shame.