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Sunday, February 12, 2012

Graven Reflection

I hate you
Thou shiny reflective ghoul!
Reflecting my image
Graven and cruel!
I cast thee out!
Into a million pieces
Shattered into the night
Diamond reflections
Scattered and bright
A disco ball show
Upon the ballroom ceiling
A gaudy freakshow

Mirror ball
Mirror ball
Who is the funkiest in all the land?
Who dances like a rubberbandman
Like Gumby sped up on acid
Is it me?
Or is it she?
Lying on my inlaid floors
Awaiting my attention
And me all thumbs
Fumbling at the zippers
Of my parachute pants
To reach the knives hidden within
The many pockets so deep
Like a thousand Jack the Rippers

I would will them all fly
As one hand would thrust
Until she resembles a porn star pincushion
Photogenic to the extreme
A black and white scene
Blood black on the chrome film
Skin pale as snow silk
The contrast would win a prize
Should it ever reach the right eyes

Those same eyes peering intently at me now
Yours
YOURS!
You fuck!
You fraud!
You fool!
I'd smash your face if I could only reach you

But I'm trapped inside your mirror
With the true devil outside

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