The Mirror of Me
David
Stone
Cheryl
Penn
ME.
The
fundamentally correct
personal
view
on
all that’s important.
At
that moment
I
stifled a yawn,
not
wanting L to see.
I
started out as a child no wait it was a priori to that integer. at once an
alligator no wait it was a prioi to that. a martian of course by designation.
being- kind-of course-no wait. an
ontological brief.
who gazed in the mirror and saw a
strange configuration of cubes?
prior
priors? priority prioi’s
come
come jod - stick to
the nitty gritty of
dark ringed eyes
hooded
searching
in unknown futures
rummaging in unfamiliar
villages
for clues of what will
happen exactly
36 minutes into the future.
we
had waited a long time
underground
suspended
between life
and death
never
living
too blind to see
life,
Truth
and all that’s inbetween
is
it possible to light candles for the future?
to
see through
the
Mirror
of Me?
it
is something indelible subtlety under arrest for composing rhyme. trumpets. on
a thin stage.. collected. attenuated in brine tanks. washed. a multitude of
students of society.
you
must learn manners. I wasn't born with just tears. didn't you think to
smile? absolved. prior judgements. ropes. a steer. won a prize. ate
beef washed down with draft.
discussions
of table manners. a Dalmatian rode a fire engine home. thinking. on my
next incarnation as a fireman I will wear wetgear,oxygen, climb a tall ladder.
neither
can be well known. I barked at a Persian cat across the street as we
steered back to the station.
the
mirror said
stop
putting that stuff on my eyes - why I asked -because it makes them heavy and
we’re not strong enough and halfway through a busy day I want to close and
you’re not happy then any exercises for I-lids?
Moving on - a neon umbrella
glistening rings
as I was saying
a victor by chance
(close encounters)
move up
a drastic
landslide of smoke rising from skyscrapers
dropped
investigations
seriously
it started with
you
your notes -
last page
a scratch out
face upon face
upon face
we were ALL
someone’s daughter
but
the scene was different in
black
and white -
more
30’s.
i
think
a
black
cogitated
dilemma
stamped
by
art
a
blank
ened
state
migrants
millions
pasted
in
auracularites
sped
diction
inspected
grasped
first
a
fine
filament
impeded
waited
into
pteradactyl
styles.
a beating heart this time faster by
others blood coursing unattended nerves
I called when the window was broken
but none came.
the forests go on forever and clouds
move so fast when its going to rain.
weeping at betrayal but why the surprise
little one?
its called the Mirror of Me
YOU/I don't feature - featureless
futures thats our lot.
Suck it up millions
its downhill from here
so their mirrors say.
the
millions of beings being human beheaded straight across. naval yards. checking
radar instruments. making a lot of money too. there is a new one checking out
comets. contracts
nerve gases invented designed to steal
lives. more born don't worry. there are plenty more to come.
Suspension
in turquoise but trouble stormed in. The
Night Crosser - always an inconvenient time. We didn’t believe we saw you -
your reflection - its been so long. That smile - scary and insincere. Raised
eyebrows - I dont look back.
Another
mirror
another face,
packing
in someone elses drawers - a faded face through a dusty window.
and
people walked through the forest
that
went
on
and on.
Delaminations.
The paint peeled.
Outside.
Bright.
Reckoned.
Faces
stare in the window. Rain. Cold. Cheer. Tell me a good story. Amused. Psychic.
Finished.
Aren't
you going to elaborate?
A baby
cried
in
the bath.
Doesn't that tell you
why
the
outcome
is
so scary?
I don’t know if I said this it reeks of Déjà vu
It
LOOKED like a child at the entrance but was just
a
rag
moving
in the wind - child-less.
Tumbledown
Town
stick
behind his back
what
was the fear? designed to steal lives
where
is he I said?
he
knew he did it - it was that simple and he knew he would be staying a while
an
accidental death - there’s such a thing?
Red slashes and starring guests who knew what the mirror would
show. More screams, less dreams,
slamming doors and strange things in pockets its good to see your red hair
again.
memory it was so difficult to say a view
of poisonous animals creatures God bit between the lines scared operators walked
over the bridge to escape a bombing. eating raw sushi carrots pigeons.
cut open fed with sausages in Berlin
games studied motion. arrested. went to school to study rehab arts. learned
sign language. fell up the steps tell me about the dream said Dr. Alfonso.
last nights dream or the night before
everything is hazy- the mirror is rear view. Close eyes to think of blurry
people we think we know, rain falling, inexplicable situations - I can’t tell
jod - your visions or mine? Did you go to Berlin again?
Calm night viewing the walk of
destruction. and reconstruction.. in May. a calm walk
as if there were no turmoil.
Are
you ready he asked the
dog?
(a jangle of
turquoise again)
don’t
talk
don’t you talk
I
found the papers
the
back of her head shattered in her own reflection.
Abandoned
warehouses, whispers, pullies, columns, (can I do what I want?)
the
wind was rising,
as
were all things which pained.
Can
a reflection break its mirror?
Do
you want twenty year old evidence?
Don’t
worry he said - I’ve got your back.
I replied I
tried not to talk tales of talent. a variegated blend of flavors filled. at a
coffee house you are supposed to talk but there are spies. one was executed I
know this for a fact no I did not personally see them executed but I read about
and I believe that It really happened. just in case you believe that ideology
is a good enough excuse.
Ideology - Strange angle to
view the house, but here we go. Are you
busy, shall I come back later? Stop making me crazy! I think there’s something
going on, but that’s no excuse. Don’t worry and move your head - the lights are
fierce on highways. Double, no triple lock, you’re looking good - ideally,
he’ll turn around - a clone or me? Don’t be ambitious your reflection is all
you’ll get.
a reflection. the analytical group
in the sauna breeze. palm trees. dining on coconuts. ah this is the life. God's
brokerage unit observes
the
place in the kiln.
PART TWO
standing knee deep
in
radio-activity
silent empty chair, dressed in grey
whispers, red cloaks, closed eyes
very blue
I’m so thirsty
follow the light I heard her calling
interview termination - how did she get
there?
there are conditions attached - always
hallucinating?
she was so tall, like a misplaced Alice
not who I used to know
the birds looked strange,
floating snowflakes, mountain peaks, unreal
green
will she find her way?
mountain peaks gargantuan at some
point of reflex. granite. sound stone towers. elements a coelacanth begs for
food somewhere in the fish tank. but first a prayer of thanks for the food.
albeit combined with multiple gravitational forces shifting over the stone.
the reflection ripples and:
the music, so strange,
still following the lights
turnstiles
incidents - are you hungry?
The fields through the windows are v a s t
but sometimes,
we die because we die.
freezing, but no jersey.
unanswered calls
Another
Dead One.
testing
in town
the
catchment behind the ridge
new owners
but unfulfilled contracts.
did
you do your best?
the incident report-there was a struggle. a gun
went off.
address
souls
tangents
the
soil
soldering
points
of
metal
to
immaterial
bone
construction
how
do you do it all so effortlessly I asked
God
oh
that
part
is
very
easy
to
do because
I
left
my notes
at
home.
He lost his son
too.
(man and
radio-activity).
narrow down the
facts - who is still missing?
What
is missing?
or are we still
awaiting fickleness in ranks?
a
human solution
some
sort of political resolution?
a
scientific formulation?
sanding sculptures from petrified trees
but his human eyes were cold.
if we say we have no sin
we deceive ourselves and there is no Truth
in us.
It’s
won,
The
Mirror of Me.
a
meditation.
the Buddhist monk
an annihilation of sense.
a calm.
language wanders.
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