Basic.
Daaance.
Dirty icicles and suicide
on high-speed bicycles.
What was I thinking?
Daydreaming while blinking?
Silent while speaking?
Tourniquets wet with my blood leaking?
Cigareeeettes. Lots of them.
Lots of gin.
Lots of pens.
Bic round stic.
med/moy USA.
C’mon you, make my day.
Make it so the mirrors will fade away.
Make it so my wrists won’t have to pay.
Make it so he won’t viciously stab
and take what he can’t viciously have.
Error. Wrong sentence. Back to the lab.
What could he possibly have?
So that the phone wire can’t possibly tab?
Dual fool. Symmetric joker. One line
down the chin. Both drinkers, both smokers.
Nicotine cough – still hoping. Sarcastic loping.
Child – smile. Disdain the fractions.
Sideline the action. Drink your passion and let
it all faaade away. . .
Yah see? See, see, see, C, C, me!
Two – yes – you, red blood and veins blue!
Same flesh – suit is mesh. Checkered vest and
barreled chest. Same pest – same vermin,
Nationality – German. The minimum wage earnin’,
Burgers and fast food burnin’, slow learnin’,
stomach turnin’ Vernon!
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
A crying substitute for life? Or something that’s
not right – improper refractions of light. Sight?
Nooo. Third eye? Quite.
Abusive father grunting at this runt.
Trying to put on a front and put away the other
ugly image as perpendicular to a Picasso painting
as no other. LOOK!
Go sit on the couch and hug yourself.
Take a reeal long moment, Vernon.
Now take the mirror. (!no)
yEs!
Take it! (!no)
And look.
So he took – and looked.
What he saw was horrendous.
So he booked.
Smiling faces staring at him.
Split screen vision.
Uneven math.
Unlikely incisions.
LOOK!
Vernon, take a long look
at what you could’ve been.
What you are.
And what you’ll be.
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