In The Silence Of My Mirror – Part II

In The Silence Of My Mirror   Part II short poem

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Longest damn light in the history of the world.
Swear it on my ancestors’ graves
While gravely observing a world
Behind in
An elephantine SUV
Bearing miles between the inhabitants.

He checks his teeth
Smooths a frayed brow
Spits onto his fingers
And flattens his eyebrows.

On the other side of the canyon,
She sits atop a silent Mount Rushmore,
Jeffersonian lips a
Plumpless, lipless slash in the smooth stone.

Dark glasses hide her eyes
Her head, an immobile bobblehead doll’s head,
Sits rigidly
Stares at the back of my head—I suppose

While I sneak peeks at them.

Housed into their metal cocoon
Speechless minions in a world of taciturn beings,
These silk-wrapped moths
Remain, forever chrysalis encased.

A dozen lights
Their silence stretches into my XM-filled space
It’s noisy news world fills my ruminations.
Theirs remains a hollow cubicle
Embracing their aloneness
A drive to nowhere.

They finally left turn off the highway
And I imagine them
Solitary figures
Waiting for another observer–

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