Beside a Mirror

Seated beside a mirror, I found myself

with messy hair, lips smudged with lipstick and rose tea

seated, ever seated.

Sip some drink.

Write some lines.

Who cares, who cares?

Wonders to confusion,

affection to detachment,

and wishes to death wishes! 

I found, in that world within myself and my other self,

that little girl beside me, also seated, also seated.

She was giggling, watching, and goodness!  Naked.

She was truer than I ever was,

and cooler than I think I am,

and damn more beautiful than me with my messy hair! 

Slam my head against that mirror.

Break it! Break it! 

Or I shall break my neck. 

Go Get Cancelled!

To all the duties I have to face today,

the meals I have to eat,

the tasks to be dusted on the desk,

all the worries that never seem to fade,

GO GET CANCELLED!

 

A woman needs to refresh her face,

A man, his pocket and guilt,

A child, his toys and foolish dreams.

Such things ought cleansing and probably killing and resurrecting.

So to this day, I say: GO GET CANCELLED!

 

There are songs to be repeated

but today, it’s the quiet I want to hear.

Off the seashore, out of the streets,

heavens away from the cities,

yes, many heavens away from the cities!

 

Wasting away,

holding onto the little things that fool me to think I’ve been okay,

GO GET CANCELLED!”, that I always hear these days.

And yet, a day like this,

and all the days yet to come and go,

well, they never get cancelled.

 

People do,

and people love to do it to themselves.

Fear a little convenience

It will slow you down,

tempt you to feel that everything’s fine,

make you nod your head to the calmness that will eventually drown you into the driest oceans,

freeze you, your thoughts, your goals, all those energy within you,

until it’s too late,

because by then,

it will be VERY HARD to start over again.

And dear,

starting all over again,

THAT IS PAINFUL.