Wearing Another Skin

poem about self reflection

Poem About Self-Reflection

 

Taste me to see — just … go on
and on
and on
She never complained, she just let her reflection take the
blame
left them all hanging
What kind of beauty runs out on all this?

Turn it around and the real issues begin to
weep
the sun of its own accord will keep
running while she keeps
saving the rest
meaning that cautious blink from the corner
of her eye as she turns away from the mirror

 

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photograph by Roberto Tumini

 

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Lord Bison

Jazz-soaked spirit running circles around despair...or something like that. Really. Lover of words, lover of being in worlds free...just...free. New Yorker, artist, Virgo besieged by airhead tendencies akin to Libra moves. Bronx is home base. Began an obsession with writing at seven and twenty-odd years hence, still at it. Enjoy/love/hate/be bored/appreciate to your heart's content. Or something like that. http://www.lbisonartist.com

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