The Mirror Effect

The Mirror Effect

A Poem by justice
"

The road we travel is obvious to everyone but ourselves.

"

[Life]


I

A man with no shoes

walks by with a limp.


His arms -

covered

in tattoos

and scars -

are lethargic

by choice.


The biting

winter sun

delivers respite

from late December

northerlies.


He reeks of Franzia.

Redolent, it shadows

him, haunts

him like what he drinks

to forget.


His unkempt white beard

is stained yellow

around the mouth

from years of cigarettes

and no-shave Novembers.


He dons a jacket

- faded glory -

that is two sizes too small

and his pants stay together

like a couple for their kids.


Too proud to join

the Salvation Army

on Christmas Eve,

he finds his bench,

lies down


and survives

one

more

night.


II

A man in a suit

drives home in an Audi.


His collar

is stained

with cheap lipstick

and Chateau Lagrange

from last night's

late night meetings.


Angie, his wife,

waits anxiously

at the door

of their four bedroom,

three and a half bath

Victorian.


Her eyes -

still puffy

and red -

fixated up Swann St.

She is not blinking

and barely breathing.


The kids

have been sent to Grandma's

for the night.


They watch TV -

SpongeBob SquarePants.


The Audi

drives by a man on a bench

He looks asleep -

possibly dead.


The suit inside thinks to himself:

“That poor man.”

© 2010 justice


Author's Note

justice
I'm sorry I keep changing this thing! haha. I am really never satisfied with a poem. :) What do you think of it now?

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I'm glad I stumbled upon this =) so very glad! Such a sweet flow you got going on there, every word meant so much, and the 'suit' at the end is genius, though I would have loved it if the S were capitalised =P

but such great irony, sarcasm, really fab =) xx


Posted 14 Years Ago


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I like it. it's raw and descriptive....I would suggest 2 things:
instead of "what he drinks to forget"
define the the what....even if in abstract terms...like the ghosts or wraiths or pains or dreams....something.

and give that last verse some steroids describe the night. and use less cliche terms than 'survives one more night'

like 'swims through one more black-thorned nightmare'
something that kicks me in the gut.

good stuff.
cheers!

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Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like it. Only point.."haunts him like what he drinks to forget", doen't make sense to me..

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Added on November 16, 2010
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Tags: Free verse, poem, poetry, sad, circle, justice
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