Thursday, 31 July 2014

Mirrors in the toilet

Do you want to know when you will die?

Or prefer to be taken by surprise?

Will you be the first of your friends?

Or embrace solitude at the end?


When mirrors are facing each other

The reflections stretch on for ever

Why would they put them in this space?

When all we want is some privacy.


 This rain doesn’t seem to be stopping

I can hear it pour down on my lane

Down from a hillside it’s dropping

Tumbling and tearing again


Journeys, darkness, rain, mirrors.    

Parking, shouting, food, money.       

Pillows, meetings, mud, mailbox.           
Asthma, anger, scars, mental.

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