She's almost chemically dogmatic. <br />She smiles like she wants to cry, <br />and whispers in my ear. <br /> <br /> <br />'Time is music. Time is poison. <br />Time is a mirror without glass! ' <br />Her eyes swell to the size <br />of small pancakes. <br /> <br /> <br />God, save us from the truths <br />revealed by funhouse mirrors. <br /> <br /> <br />This is the birthright <br />of all pagans: slow, lingering <br />sex, fueled by Jose Cuervo, <br />a Pacific sunset, and <br />outlandish lies. <br /> <br /> <br />The golden trance <br />of seamless communion.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dazzling-hearts-shivering-mirrors/
