Saturday, November 14, 2009

Black Mirror


Staring back at the mirror
ready waiting
doing what I do best
It's hard to say
if this is me
or emotions talking
But there are times
I wonder why
(bother)
the wondering makes me restless
makes me crazy
Lace
ribbons
and those eyes looking back
tired of the madness
of playing
the game
That bed is so hard to sleep in
but when sleep comes
oooooooh! How It Claims You
calls you out
running in the streets
flying down the darkness
to that stranger
A sinsiter
shadow
pressing her face to the glass
Sometimes there
is no face at all
or something
looking
back
from the mirror
coming closer
Finding me looking in
and gazing out
from what is real and
no my
fantasy
Weez
1991