the mirror
that can be shattered reflecting the purple blood squeaking on my glass with a dead blank wall to hold my dull flat colors against my breathing all those quiet stares climbed slinking like escher cats smiling in prism and falling aside right through the blue plate special hunger stricken down that can be shattered squeaking on my glass with a dead blank wall against my breathing all those quiet stares smiling in prism and falling aside hunger stricken down reflecting the purple blood to hold my dull flat colors climbed slinking like escher cats right through the blue plate specialbetter to just flip the first four stanzas or leave my warped mirror in place CHALLENGE POEM Written January 4th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 09:05 AM PST, Frederic Jacob Gutknecht IV 10 • 0
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"that can be shattered ..."