David Lee Poet Free verse

The Wong Side of the Mirror

am I
the not I
or 
merely
imagination
un-imagined?

am I
on the wrong side
of the mirror
the crooked eight
the hard nine
the soft shell
or the torus?

as I
stare out
of the abyss
the moon
and
mankind
torture
truth 
embrace 
lies
like
snakes
and 
spiders
embrace 
death

until
even
death dies


truth 
dies

old men
grow 
soft
stones 
and dirt
surrounds
the rest

am I on 
the dark side 
of the sun?
where light 
never enters
reflections
never reflect
empty 
words
erupt

as
a cruel 
kindness
explodes 
shattering
the glass ball
beautiful
blue 
planet

painful
sounds
in the ears of
puppet 
salesmen

have I been
sleeping for a thousand years
am I only
coffin kill
on
polar 
planets?
where
friends
never seem
friendly

while
bar stools spin 
endlessly
in twisted orbits
as evil 
crushes us all
into
frozen flowers
wind storms strum
the same old
steel guitars
and
broken pianos

this Earth ship 
crashes
light bends
burning shadow 
people
but never turns
into morning
are u
the last survivor?
in the clouds
while an evil wind
this way blows
full of bad ideas
dancing puppets
fill the macabre dance floor
run out of blow torch songs
puppet heads
sandpaper voices
off key
and underground?

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