Poem

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mirrors via portals

Traversing an arc,
near Phuket
palm trees
and a bicycle left to chance,
survives a mirror

it accuses VANITY

ripped by angry red fingers that left other marks

on other streets,
between caves and mazes
Across paths connecting stairs

The mirror reflects a static point of the wall
Every day

it chases doubles

As the one of the lone walker stopping right in front of its slogan
or those of the chariots

which after endless and alcoholic turns come to hide secretly

next to a garage packed with memories of old furnitures

With the stealthy company of a daschund, a tag
and a trio of painted lines over a board of cobblestones
the mirror confuses
alters
obsesses

subverts

A reflection in the city                                                                       Means a city of doubles