(my 2nd favorite poem from this book)
con-trary
having known desire
having drank of pleasure
and purple pain
i stand in front of the mirror
a ghost stirring inside me
inside my musty mind
a hand and
suddenly a razor
rushing through me
one
day someday
one never knows
(from all mimsy were the borogoves) Copyright 2014 by Jeffrey Spahr-Summers, Cherry Publications.