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Empty Mirror
by Max BouilletYou're a twisted
little lick.
A fleshy little prayer
hidden in the
fingerprints
of absentee lovers
whose ethereal hands
trek lonely skin
seeking affection
in a beggar's cup.
fold-back; quiver
and burst
The change
in the tip jar
falls among
the broken glass
slicing greedy fingers
that smell of musk
and hopelessness.
Years later,
she buys a mirror
and tries to master
the fine art
of kissing her
reflection,
only to discover
that she doesn't
exist. 08/11/2006 Posted on 08/12/2006
Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 08/12/06 at 02:17 AM Max, this poem is has a very harmonious feel throughout. I like your use of euphemism and the quiet way it bursts forth like a loud drum beat at the end. |
| Posted by Tim D Livingston on 08/12/06 at 06:22 PM The hands, the lips. The searching for who you are, what you do and how you see yourself. And is that really who you are after all? So much more to this one. Incredible. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 08/13/06 at 07:10 AM Whoa, this is wild. No more mirrors for me, I am scared of them now. Favorites bound. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/13/06 at 08:41 PM This speaks to me solemly of hopelessness and decay. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 08/13/06 at 10:41 PM I see it as tragic... as result of what Que said. You took it from beginning to end... as she knows it. Excellent. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 08/16/06 at 04:23 PM wow, holy FFff... ;) well, jesus. *clicks favorites* well done, maximus! |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 08/19/06 at 02:30 PM as always, you rock my world with your profound stories, told in such deceptively simple line. incredible form and flow. stanzas 2 and 5 just rip me to shreds. hidden in the fingerprints -- brilliant! it is such an exercise in letting go, getting inside the mind of such a character. and you possessed her well. a memorable, heart stabbing portrayal. great POTD pick! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/15/06 at 12:29 AM Biting. To the bone. Yikes. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 12/24/06 at 06:17 AM Seeking self-discovery in the looking glass sometimes reduces us to search for deeper meaning in the shards. Trippy stuff, Max. |
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