the world feels
half a step
off
there is a
palpable surrealism
dripping
to form
mirrorpuddles
but i know
instinctively
not to gaze
too deeply
into the ambiguities
they reflect
affecting disaffected
instances of rejections
prior to the
actual execution
of escapology
apologies
i haven’t
seen the sun
in days now
i question if
i ever actually
witnessed the light
or if it is another
dreamsliver
stuck
in the bleeding
gums of real
falsality
if you are real
give me a sign
something
to let me know
you are not
another illusion
in my ill fitting
skinsuit
of silent questions
don’t look
at the puddles
or let the rains
touch
your skin
maybe we can
take sanctuary
in each others’
shadows
just until
this storm
passes
i am huddled
in a parking garage
searching
for the mythical
sun
“mirrorpuddles”
I love that.
I love this whole thing.
LikeLiked by 1 person
it’s a good image. Mercurial.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I adore your poetry. (PS… did you get my email from like a week ago-ish?)
LikeLiked by 1 person
I did. I’m trying. Nothing so far but there is still hope.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Okay, no worries. Will you at least send me what you have in a few days?
LikeLike
Sure. I’ll send whatever it is done on the 1st.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re the best Mike.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love all of this ❤️
You also have an awesome blog. If I haven’t told you
LikeLiked by 1 person
you are real. thank you, EC.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lol
LikeLiked by 1 person