There they are!
winding about,
withering betwixt my toes.
My thoughts,
mostly visuals.
The dirty remnants of images inadvertently conjured.
“What is there if not things I imagine?”
“What is there if not things in real life?”
These remnants are emotional and/or otherwise provocative; just bits of information that must be shed from me.
I look down to face them.
Instead I see a tired reflection,
an appearance broken up by the spurts of water that intrude into the picture.
A broken illusion.
Not even me but someone else,
a parcelled composition of some other soul.
The law of laws:
whatever it is,
there’s something better; there’s someone better.
“Who cares I guess?”
I care, I guess.
I don’t want to wash anymore.
I grab the towel.
I forgot,
one more obstacle.
The menacing mirror.
This one remains avoided.
WAST WRTNG 