In my mind
I look so grand,
I almost am
You understand,
Tho chance I err
Thus to be safe
Won’t say aloud,
And every mirror
Keep under shroud…
I’m in great shape
My mind believes,
With easy grace
I move with speed,
As I wouldst rate
Hence so at ease…
Thus far I see
I border on sublime,
Leastwise in my mind!
I see reflections
Mirrors façade
Of who I be,
Causes me wonder
The while envisage
Held state interior,
Imaging images
Shapes as I see,
Risks find exterior
Created inferior
To image ought be,
Thought fair or bold
Albeit meld justly,
Might not be image
Of persona be whole!
Mirror, mirror
You’re still here
Tho need be gone,
And off my walls,
As afore long
A wistful state,
Will soon befall
We potentates,
Narcissistic all…
Mirror, mirror
Disappear,
Your reflections
Now but smear,
Thus evermore
As useless gap,
To camouflage
My dwindling sap,
So mirror, mirror
Room or hall,
Quick now damn it
Off my walls!
Poetry on a canapé 