poem by Ken Holmes, Summer 2012


Mirror, mirror, on the wall, you jolly liar,
You teasing swine, empowered to appall
When in morning stupor and without attire
This ancient heap from sleep before you is hauled
Or empowered to thrill as the cologne is spilled
Over the showered and breakfasted, dressed to kill.
Mirror, mirror, I've understood, you are the wall
The wailing, laughing wall of karmic sirens' calls
To break you is bad luck
To break through you requires pluck
To understand you is to break through
Other than eyes, you are the other view