The Mannikin's PantsA Poem by jinjahmanreflection and projection etc.
Where is the actual delay
I ask, as I catch myself looking into the past; a one-sided mirror forcing reflections through flashes like flares. Is my mind a halved pear ripened in one vacuum blackened in the other? Time's fruity repose succulent as a banging gas meter, brimming with a spent and charred legacy measurable in astral coinage. Then again.. There is the shopfront that is the future, where you see yourself in the window trying on the mannikin's pants wearing the bling-bling quartz seeing what stands behind and in front of you - all at once.Conforming more to an ending than a beginning: An image of the world, a stereo 'typed' memo, a match stick of truth, a chemis-tried reaction, a window to the future, a fine bright thing indeed. © 2011 jinjahman |
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1 Review Added on February 22, 2011 Last Updated on February 22, 2011 AuthorjinjahmanIrelandAboutI've written songs and poems since basic maturity emerged from youth. I'm driven by reminiscence and reflection, youthful endeavours and changing realities of life. I try to explore the lexicon of th.. more..Writing
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