Friday, March 1, 2013


i had never seen a mirror
til’ i carried twenty and some years, 
but when i did she whispered back that i was beautiful,

that i was terrible, 
                               a mirage discerned,  
her lover and her father,
                               like water in the desert,
and all fathers being unfatherful,
                               only hoped for after all  

..... (
eyes will show you the world if you let them, 
she will say yours are magnificent if you only permit her take her time, 
and together you will know the face of God and eternity
...... )

so with both hands at her side, 
like bayonet and white flag, 
she said, i really hope some day you find what you’re looking for