(Cassius:
“Tell me, good Brutus, can you see
your face?”
Brutus:
“No, Cassius; for the eye sees not
itself
But by reflection from some other
thing.”
Cassius:
“Tis just:
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors as will
turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye” –
Shakespeare)
lingering
in lyrics of wanting to be left alone
far
from masquerade balls on city streets littered with bones
coyote
caravans creep carelessly into corsets
actions
are decisions made while wagering winless bets
i
hide inside with my contaminated memories
i
say it’s perception but we can’t choose what we perceive
and
aftershocks of doors unlocked let in uninvited
who
overstay, won’t go away amid unrequited
i
give my books a second look and linger with shakespeare
but
nothing stops the memories from oozing out my ears
my
cat will fight with spinning light that’s dancing on the floor
illusion
can be such delight when you give it what for
i
cannot leave like centipedes with legless appetites
i’m
stuck here staring wildly and screaming at the night
all
memories should ripen and then cascade in decay
like
monsters they just frighten and tell you they’re here to stay
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