X is just graffiti

The mirror only looks at the things
that I have been,
the mirror is mean,

restless
feeling helpless,
in a mess and is it hopeless
to expect?

useless.

I keep my eyes on him behind me watching
me as I see more and the mirror sees it all,
exactly as it should be.

At a push I move perspective
and
see the fault is
fibre optic.

When I wake up like a tiger
with a pussy cat beside me
the mirror
hides.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.