The man i know.
Just the first Draft, I'm still working on it.~
There's a man I know
He walks ahead of me,
Everyday.
He smiles at me
And
Sometimes he frowns too.
He's the kind of man
Who could
Look at the mirror
And
See
You.
He probably walks ahead of you too,
All the time.
You just don’t see him,
That’s all.
You see the streetlight,
The shadows,
The lonely stray dog.
You even see the boy
Who could
Take you home
Tonight.
But you don't see him.
If he wanted,
He could swallow you
And
Spit himself out.
He'll show up at the oddest hours too.
When I’m all dressed up
To be
With myself,
He’ll be there -
Staring at me through the mirror.
Occasionally,
(Very rarely, I should say)
He decides
To talk
To me.
I don't know what he says,
I can't hear him.
I can only see his lips
The distortions
The shapes
And the cracked surface
Mutating
For the sake
Of
Wisdom.
I see the spit
That he spews out
And I wonder.
I wonder
How much of me
Did he have to swallow
To spit out
So much of himself?
I swallow
Every
Last
Drop
Of
Saliva
That his lips
Give birth to
And every time
I spit out
More
Of
Myself
For him to swallow.
Labels: attempts at poetry
