disenchanted
Meeting Mendacity
Glancing upon a mirror.
Broken, split spaciously open.
Time will rust the crevice.
The words I speak dent
The figure in the mirror.
A figure of lust and greed,
Smoked out of benevolence.
A shard of mirror
Directed at her slender wrist.
A devil child at mind.
In heart: misunderstood.
The figure hoping to
Overturn yesterdays sorrow
By denying tomorrow.
Restless as the wind
On a brisk autumn day.
Pierced by idiotic oversight.
Oh, sweet purity,
Soar back to me.
Disregard my absurdity.
Remember skipping stones
Across a gleaming lake.
A lake now filled with tears.
A lake now filled with sorrow.
This is a mere glance upon tomorrow
If the wilted flowers never heal.
Beginning with a toxin
Wrapped in paper.
Ending with the sent of exhilarating
Summer barley blanketing her breath
While in the midst of a cold dark path,
Behind a disobedient wheel.
The figure will glide above
To the fields of bliss and joy
With another by her side.
This is my glance of tomorrow,
My loss of pride.
Glancing upon a mirror.
Broken, split spaciously open.
The familiarity of the figure in the mirror
Startles and worries me.
Im meeting mendacity.
-Kasey Mizener
March 2006
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Singapore
Manitoba, Canada
