“It is better left undone ”
I thought the mirror whispered
when I pulled the trigger
and sprayed my face
Windex streaming
from my eyes like tears to
my penis peeing blue fluids.
I gazed at the blur--
my reflective self.
Blue streaks ran the length
of my pierced naked body.
With a rag in hand,
I found there was much to clean
besides just this mirror.
This image-me,
trapped in a illusive haze.
I am better when my eyes
have little reflection to fasten onto.
A starving mirror stands
for any attention to fill,
its silvery abyss
swallows me whole,
body and soul.
This is where I criticize--
argue to the cause.
Where I gaze at the face,
unrecognized with lies.
A soiled attitude--
that just can’t be wiped
away.
