sculpted in glass and foil and god knows what,
i take off my spectacles and, mouth shut,
raise my eyes to stare back again,
see the glimmer change, and you know what?
it's the outlook, friends, not the man,
it's a jacket that through mem'ry ran.
i can take this mirror and take this cut,
and the one will heal the other like melting sand.
1 comment:
Ooh, this one is good. It's more traditionally poetic than your other ones, but you're good at this too, so yeah.
It actually reminds me a bit of Dustin's writing. (And that is a compliment of the highest order.)
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