the fucker in the mirror

[artolmaeus]

you are the lean I lean on all day, you are the face in the mirror

I lean on you all day, maybe that on the other side of the glass

for once, you would just speak on your own, and say it, you know

that thing I know that I need to know, and that I know, but I don't know

until I just fucking hear it, come one, some old side glance has got to catch you

being your own self, in that untouchable periphery, yeah, we are both

brushing our teeth, and I am waiting for when you aren't using the same toothpaste

or baking soda, or color of brush, or the opposite hand, I know you are there!

looking right at me too, or, maybe I am just the reflection of you

waiting for you to return, and I can be anywhere there is a mirror

in that moment when you are looking, like the sun to the moon

am I the light original or just the reflection, and shit, I know that you know

you actually know, but somehow, it is just all parallel, a game of match to match

and I have seen you high, drunk, beaten up, bleeding, laughing and so mad

and just a few times, you did slip up, but you did not let on, I so saw you!

oh when I am clean, and dirty or have company or am alone, you have them all there too

well, who the fuck are you, who the hell am I and like the wishes I had

when I looked at the sea monkey packaging, I was waiting to talk to

those Ozzie and Harriett amphibians living in a nice house with a full family

in my little bowl I put them in, and somehow, they looked so damned happy

but alas, some sewer shrimp was plinking his silent ass in some green soupy assed water

and that too, I saw you hold up to the mirror to show me as well

and how I want to punch you in the mouth or punch you in the eye

so you will just stop copying me, or I you