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?
Copyright © David Lee | Year Posted 2019
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