In the mirror

In the mirror 

Breath inverted 

Face on backward 

Like the devil 

Or an actor 

What’s the difference 

Lick of paint 

Recalcitrant 

There’s no perfume 

This dimension 

Can be taken 

For some fancy 

Or a dash 

Damn it now 

I’ve gone and died 

No one gave me

Up for living 

Inside up there is no steam 

Turn the valve off 

Bleach the dream 

I am made up 

Like a jet set 

Hospital corners 

Tuck my bed 

I am laid up 

Mandarin bedrobe 

I will bomb you 

With my crate 

Screeching death throes

Wobble off kilter 

Liken prospects 

Plummet and career 

I walk through you 

In the bedroom 

Of your terra 

Firmer than a daffodil 

In the mirror 

On the stalk 

Whet and melded 

Sharp as flea spit 

Ripping tin

Bleedin’ obvious innit

The mind preceded 

Of the senses 

Beauty beauty 

I am told

Is not the matter of anything 

Energy/consciousness 

Breath of mercy 

Hot and cold.

1/09/19

"Matter is an image in our mind - so the mind is prior to matter”, 1951

Erwin Schrödinger (1887-1961)

Photograph by Marina Shakleina.