A polished metal skeleton
gleams under a porch light.
He slides a silver tube
beneath skinny legs,
pivots on a straining fulcrum,
meshing gears rattle,
knees unlock.
He rides by night.
A dynamo flickers
as head bent,
he powers up hill and down.
He will not stop
until he gets to her parents’ home.
He arrives panting,
one window is still lit,
he imagines it’s her window.
He feels the gut hollowing sorrow
of young unrequited love.
At school
she barely acknowledges him.
When he has caught his breath
he turns the bike around
and rides back into the dim
lamplit streets.
The night rider cycles on.
He will ride again
until his bike is stolen.
Sculptoe Donald(Don) Judd
made a name with quite a thud
Objects in glass&polished metal
simple& so minimal
I pass by, as I eye, my eye;
I see something nearer, nearer;
On the wall a reflection of myself, myself;
it isn't clear so, never clearer;
As I look upon the mirror, mirror;
Mirror polished metal or glass with an;
Amalgam back and as a TV I've gain weight, weight;
Look at my face I can see my soul in my eyes, eye;
Is this something that showing my true self, myself;
All I have is what I see what I reflex, relax;
And if I were to break this glass, my fears will last;
Thirteen years of bad luck, bad luck;
I see myself and in my reflection I say yuck-yuck;
I've been concaved, been convex;
All I have is my refection left;
Crystal and glass I can see myself, myself;
I'm I pattern for limitation exemplar, exemplar;
As I continue to see myself in the mirror;
Your a faithful reflection of a true picture of myself
Mirror, Mirror
09/20/17
--for Craig Cornish Mirror Mirror Poetry Contest
Memories Mirrored
by Odin Roark
A Boy Scout essential
The polished metal card mirror
The unbreakable monitor
Made to master Morse code
Used to measure wanna-be whiskers
And such
So it went
From puberty to manhood
Hall locker
To gym locker
Toiletry bag
To duffel bag
Afghan's mountain-dead
To triage hospital bed
Wrapped eyes needed little
Of the metal card mirror now
As blindness tearfully engaged
The enslavement of memory
I can see small pieces of metal on a knee
and I walk into a shadow
and puts me down
because my pants
black and worn
not shall gleam as polished metal
over the knees