Friday, May 22, 2009

Poetry Friday


Was a man, was a two-
faced man, pretended
he wasn’t who he was,
who, in a men’s room,
faced his hung-over
face in a mirror hung
over the towel rack.
The mirror was cracked.
Shaving close in that
looking glass, he knicked
his throat, bled blue
blood, grabbed a new
towel to patch the wrong
scratch, knocked off
the mirror and, facing
himself, almost intact,
in final terror hung
the wrong face back.
Philip Booth

This week's Poetry Roundup is being hosted at Susan Writes


Jet said...


laurasalas said...

Wow--great imagery in this one. The staccato rhythm of it and the idea of hanging back up the wrong that!