voices, but from when?
The man in the mirror wants to know how it got this hard. Once you were a bright young thing, weren't you, with your candy store smile and your girl to spare, dressed in fatigues that never seen no day of one war. But you couldn't hear those days if they had a megaphone, too much thick fog of history to get through, can't hear the days in the static. Too tough to decipher all times. "Some people've seen too much to hold it all in. You just can't have that under your belt without it going to your head" Consider, again, to cut off the limbs and count the rings, find out how long you've been growing.
Man in the mirror looks like the moon, doesn't he, pale white face all filled with craters and canals, liver spot stains of old lunar landings? They went there once, didn't they, America? The Good Old U.S. of A ran out of ground for golfing, had to export our best upstairs. No,no, that's not right, couldn't be real, you're making up memories for the old lost ones. Tuck your pill under the tongue, dissolve it into white. and clean. and teal nursing home mattresses under blue teal green purple stock paintings meant to calm you into believing that this is all there ever was.
The man in the mirror smiles. And forgets.
Man in the mirror looks like the moon, doesn't he, pale white face all filled with craters and canals, liver spot stains of old lunar landings? They went there once, didn't they, America? The Good Old U.S. of A ran out of ground for golfing, had to export our best upstairs. No,no, that's not right, couldn't be real, you're making up memories for the old lost ones. Tuck your pill under the tongue, dissolve it into white. and clean. and teal nursing home mattresses under blue teal green purple stock paintings meant to calm you into believing that this is all there ever was.
The man in the mirror smiles. And forgets.