Cracked
Cracked
“Your brain is my pen”
Your hands are my feet
Your tongue is the tongue
That I use to eat
Your story my reality
Your pain my pleasure
Your face is the face
In the mirror that I treasure
Your eyes are my nose
Your fingers my toes
When I touch what you touch
I can smell a purple rose
Your walk is my swagger
Your toenails my eyes
Your voice is the voice
That exposes my lies
Me I am you
I’m that man in the mirror
I’m not a real person
I can’t even hear
Your Right is my Left
Me I have no brain
I’m tongue tied behind glass
It has driven me insane.
Inspired by a comment that Amb Maid Corbic left on my Book Head poem.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2022
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