Self-portrait with others

by on August 30, 2019 :: 0 comments

Those dark corners that the light never sees
Find solace in their own dankness.
Most nuances, as in faces, are…
Entirely unsymmetrical.
(Although we love to think that they are).
That fractional corner of a mirror,
Reflecting some old moon
Through half-drunk winking wine glasses
And barely smoking cigarettes
In barely full ashtrays
Smouldering away against the wind
Against life, against the current.

editors note:

When devolved into delirium, we seek solace in symmetry. – mh clay

Leave a Reply