awful

spoony guise

pausing
on you
through
the looking glass

to think
my path
lined
with people
as admirable

as
almost awful:

eyes bigger
than soup spoons

awful about
the way

I
leave
people

                           insisting you come on time
pulling my love
on a clothesline

letting it dry

mind mending
syllables

compelled
to brush

             your tears
that I felt
coming

pausing
through
the looking glass

sitting up
in the

handstands

               of your feats

afraid
to be your

              awful 
adoring fan