The Poets Mirror

 

The Poets Mirror

 

 

the moon

all wet
hanging out in the dark sky

white sheet 
wet with rain

its grey matter of fact reflection on pavements

dogs barking at the sky

David wakes up 
throws the damp white sheet
from his skin

sitting on the edge of the bed
franticly thinking 
races towards the 
bathroom mirror 

tripping over yesterday , old friends 
an' lovers

chairs and sofa too

but the bathroom has also been sweating 
someone left the shower on 
was it me 
David is thinking 

as he wipes the mirror 
yes yes yes yes 
its me 
he repeats 4 times 
the poet.

I stole this poem
everything...................................