Don’t be fooled –
the deceiver loves to be
deceived.
A mirror –
feeding their ultimate
reflection.
You and I get what we want
and they get what they
deserve.
For the rest of time
slithering around on
top of each other in
the heat,
hissing and writhing –
convincing each other their
songs sound as sweet as
the birds high in the treetops and
clouds, flying, soaring,
while they’re confined
to their own ignorance
in dank baskets on
solid, cold, ground,
their imagined palaces sheltering
them, hidden from the light, feeding
on each other’s poison. Unable
to recognize the soft, smoothness
of a blooming flower, the
masterful, shimmering cut
of a clear diamond – the
freshness of the Mediterranean
in the springtime.
No.
They only see
the mirror’s reflection:
glassy eyes, flickering forked
tongues and joker’s smiles
spreading wide in demented contentment.
“Serpents.” – bem
heartbreak and cigarettes 