The Tinted Mirror

Hard the heart of stone that shapes itself in brittle jade. Verdant stands the grove that never gives you enough shade Moss and lichen underfoot will only make you itch For Persian thick between your toes if only you were rich Copper fire bath the view and smoke distort the burning Always for the next you pine, the current always spurning Color backing, lacking still inadequate your earning Just more that the other guy your constant growing yearning Eyes too big that order up another on the fire Please tell Sam to spare the ham, but twice the eggs of Eire Bite off more than you can chew, much less what you could swallow Eat your fill yet eye your neighbors dish will leave you hollow Not so sage advisory the wisdom self-reflected Listen to your own dis-ease with which you are infected Glaucous deep complected longing stare across the fence Say that you could not care less, your uninspired pretense Malachite the tinted musings suffer your repression Verdigris a salted wash of water colored impressions Broken glass, and emerald flowing from a jagged slit Stain the pattern fashion statement wish that you had said it What was it she said to him, so harshly viridescent? Better it were said to me, his ardor evanescent Clearly she’s too good for him, I never fail to mention Till she’s with me and I plainly see she’s not worth my attention Beryl is my favorite, but for Kelly even more Irish racing with a view for hues that they adore Love them both, and want them both, each more so than the other. If fortune blessed me with them both, I’d covet yet another Jealous of those who know not jealousy, innocent of what they lack Wish that I were so unknowing, wish my naiveté were back Wish that I were more like you, your unselfconscious care Wish I didn’t wish it so, mirror my own envious stare © on Jul 03 2001 12:43 AM PST   0 • 10