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Saturday, December 30, 2006
You are Me in the MirrorMeanwhile we attend to details like monks
and argue for lost moments. I steal glances
of the passing beauties but you just ask
them for cigarettes. I am will, the man says,
but you are addiction running me over.
I sit by lovely knowing I can kiss her
and blame you for my hesitation phases--
thinking and fidgeting a gin-empty flask.
All I could say comes down to fifteen paces.
Straighten up, boy, put down the rubber mask.
Inner dialogue is weird and creepy.
We need more poetry in our lives.
The first two lines are my favorites.
i like the way the rhymes happen. i love "all i could say comes down to fifteen paces" -- so constantly true. and the rubber mask... strange.Post a Comment