Monday, 2 November 2009


Blonde hair. She flickers.
Faulted porcelain, watching.
Blue eyes reflected.

Help me, I cannot
Get out of this cold world you
Stare at. Look at me.

Movement stops to look;
Fear, familiarity.
She gazes into me.

Help me, I cannot
Escape from this frozen slow
Show you watch me in.

Quick blink, think aloud,
She mouths the words that I say.
Each peach pear plum ripe.

Help me, I cannot
Break this sharp mimicking land
I mirror you in.
I mirror you in.

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