Mirror Writing

Here it is an emotion so big it mirrors

Reality. The gravitation of a piano

In England undoes a zipper that provides

An insight into the reality of clothing

And its deeper meanings. A nude

Woman squeezing a sponge

Against her leg illustrates the possibilities

Of going without clothing, even

For a short time. I’m going to throw

Another idea at you which is ribbons

And prisms in the philosophy

Of mirrors. What do you do

With a load of consciousness

So delighted to be a pastel that it

Flails about drunkenly knocking

The lamp over? And what impels

My reflection to act like a Technicolor

Movie whenever I shave with a long

Benediction? We are our own

Loopholes. Every situation is new

But Brobdingnagian. I get up and walk

     around

Looking for an airplane made of glass

Doing delicate things. My meanings

Are spilled onto the table where they

Assume a life of oceanic ambivalence  

Symmetry has implications of cotton

If you believe that it helps to sparkle

Like a language. Is there life on Mars?

Yes, of course there is, and Marilyn Monroe

On a postcard. André Breton arrives

In a flying saucer and stops the world

With a kiss. Nothing hurts like indifference

And so I decided at last to get old in Hollywood

Feeling all those big emotions that one day drift

Onto paper and stare back at you like meat

Aching, abhorrent, and personal