Glass Man

as it says...

seen through like a map

             of the underground,

             a perfect web of red and blue

we are easily observed,

             heads filled with empty plains

             and bellies of pig lust;

so let me, at least, serve you

             as a bottle of milk warming

             on a doorstep as pigeons wake

or as a bomb-site mirror,

             forgotten and brick eyed with dust,

             breezed from a newspaper in flight ;

unnoticed, I fail to reflect the truth,

             a stranger passing through a glass door,

             myself alone, a face of age.    

Reviews

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

being easily observed does not signify importance; sometimes things are appreciated when they are undercover; nice write

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Poppy is so write on...you are a hell of a writer.
i find myself reading this and thinking of some of the Beat poets...and their poems that were written as thumbnail sketches of the world they were living in....this is our world...

j.

[Ruth]

Goodness...Leslie, you are one hell of a writer...this has left me both emotional and deeply thoughtful, brilliant!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The pathos is palpable in yet another masterpiece Leslie. This, with its wonderfully painted metaphors simply left me feeling weary, bereft and old! Cheers!