Before a misty morning mirror
above a half-filled basin
such cold water was I braving
simply to lave my face in
but the coldest cut of all
and it only hurts when I smile
I severely slit myself while
I was busy shaving
but did my frozen fingers fumble
or was it just a rusty razor
which sorely needs replacement
that figured in my defacement
as there were many a slip
'twixt blade and lip
By Mark Miller © 02/19/2014
Compass of memories held loosely
Misdirection pointing in iota
Exquisitely anchored hangs an eminent noose
Minds of subdivisions wage illusion of wars in retribution
Fragments estranged states out of place in time and space
Mirrors alone in fears absent of frames reflect emotions after forever
Autobiographical absence in self reflect sedimentary memory
Shattered pieces held together through novel history of cursed metaphor
Reference into live characters pretense lies symbols scorn design of substance.
Features sensations realism in dreams creation a demons personification;
Subserviently locked behind shades shadows seeks the many repentance,
Fate of shame determines designation into bestiary summons
If offered crown of thorns I refuse,
Defacement of natures subliminal defiance
Diffused screams of thunder leaves pride aside embracing dark's grace,
In nearness lies the wait in reality's unconsciousness,
The gradual self-effacement of my dead.
His golden delicious red lips
Rosy with a hint of distaste and betrayal
His grassy green hair
Compromises the diseased brain rotting from within
His tall plush shoulder pads
Thin waist and frail stature–demasculinizes
Yet adds weight to his corpse-like, ghostly-pale complexion
His tightly clinched teeth
With his brutal and merciless laughter
Entertains sarcasm and mockery
Revenge he seeks
For his defacement by way of acid
His personal symbol
The two-sided coin
A silly game of life or death
Mastered by none other than the Joker
Gotham City’s most notorious vigilante
A corruptive force
Rooted in civility
By Marckincia Jean
By Marckincia Jean
6/5/15