I've stood in waters
ambiguously deep
etched in mirrors
that I may seal
reflections mocking
what I see
cloned effigies of self
s t a r v i n g . !
a hunger
that can't be satisfied
trapped
confined
h e l d f o r r a n s o m . .
A gilded cage though gilded
is still a cage
vestiges of futures come and gone
past episodes of now
sitting
on the same old couch
watching
the same old mouse
go by
Chasing ghosts
that don't know they're ghosts
high in the rafters
they do mischief
embracing
odious points of view
Y e t . .
I'm more than
the figments and fragments
of my imagination
Bits of flesh
stuck in my teeth
blood dripping from my mouth
maybe
someone told you
I don't eat meat . ?
p e r h a p s . .
I'm that functional error
not understood
that f u c k s with yuh
b u t . .
always seem to work
that confuses
and makes one wonder
How da F u c k
Does it do That . . ?
the hurricane inside the storm . !
the many questions
we still don't have answers for
the many answers
still seeking questions
is time eternal . . ?
when is now . . ?
do invisible people dance . . ?
© mingoáo

