mirror man

it's hard
not to notice
the distinct silence
screaming at my back

not even a whisper
can empathise
there's a rustling
in them there hills

it is the sound of
the blinkered cowardice
of social exemption

no one
it appears
wants
mental me
for a neighbour
they've all chosen their companions

I stare & talk to mine
Mirror man
wonders who or what
I really am
laugh or cry?
perhaps the day ahead
will decide

socks & pants
bake on the line
ants make plans
in shimmer recollection

this time the cops
have provided further heat
my system against yours
co operate
or no operate
it's blind compunction
at this point

everything hinges on
another day
in the cell

doesn't bother
this fatally optimistic liar

at all