Self Portrait in a Contextless Mirror
Don’t count me out
Just because I’m down
Does a tree’s leaves not
Explode like dynamite
In the renewing showers of Spring?
Out of the ashes,
I will rise.
I’ll exit my tomb in
A bathrobe
And I’ll bark forth a yawn.
Sound my barbaric yawp.
Yes, I’ve been down so long
It looks like up to me.
A change of perspective,
the hardest thing in life is change.
I’ll lock myself in a loop
Of self-flagellation
So long as it allows me
To dodge my own reflection.
My visage reflected and refracted
Through glass
Casts a Medusa-like curse.
Stare too long and—well,
you know.