the case of edward mordake
impossible the people behind to see
who think i see the smile they smile
while i weep on ahead
into rush of slime wind
or when i laugh they rush
up behind offering kleenex
so concerned is the world
but i myself adjust to living
with the mirrors both out of date
to the image formed in lieu
in this age of terribly frustrated vanity
where all plastic surgery perjures
opposite effort & what said
uncobbles the mouth
unseen brother/sister mug
a moon-side facing forever away
from the front of me in flash-flood of consciousness
all would perhaps be well
were i not talking out the other side of my skull
out of ear shot, meeting people
the other half of me never know
Jeff Gburek
Dublin, 2017
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