[for francois wherever he is,
the original mirrorman]
this silvering of beards, these graded, guilt-edged
archaeologies of self, re-readings
of our texts of love and vague displeasure:
the mirrored man, confronted with his silt-dredged
simulacrum, shrugs, the sins conceding
of which he alone can be the measure.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
exercise 2.5.6: mirrorman
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Hierdie is beautiful. Dankie dat jy ook my weer laat omkyk.
ReplyDeleteThe whore has a mouth
ReplyDeleteAnd death defying talents that
Can stupidity all the graces
I am where I am and caught in mirror memory
And caught as I wish I was
I am what I wish I were
Happy Mondays and such
Catching up in the end, is fate to the lost that want not.