reflection and projection etc.
Where is the actual delay
I ask, as I catch
myself looking into the past;
a one-sided mirror
forcing reflections
through flashes like flares.
Is my mind a halved pear
ripened in one vacuum
blackened in the other?
Time's fruity repose
succulent as a banging gas meter,
brimming with a spent and charred legacy
measurable in astral coinage.
Then again..
There is the shopfront
that is the future,
where you see yourself in the window
trying on the mannikin's pants
wearing the bling-bling quartz
seeing what stands behind
and in front of you -
all at once.Conforming more to an ending than a beginning:
An image of the world,
a stereo 'typed' memo,
a match stick of truth,
a chemis-tried reaction,
a window to the future,
a fine bright thing indeed.
I like this write ... filled with images and phrasing that never gets too fanciful but momentarily transports the reader from this mundane world to the more interesting one of which you write.