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Monday, 23 August 2010

Poem: Never Look at Yourself in Bed


Never Look at Yourself in Bed

Tired eyes wiped across a screen
Where all imperfections glow
I see scars
I see black ice
I see two bursting dams
By now I should know that nothing is impervious to glass

My hair frequently collapses under it's own rigor
Yet its death always comes as a surprise
The price to illude to life is high
But this I accept

So I stretch the mouth to paint the eye
And contort the limbs to clear a patch
The devil is in a darkened mirror
And ugly is in the relaxed

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