all mimsy were the borogoves

(my 2nd favorite poem from this book)


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
day someday
one never knows


(from all mimsy were the borogoves) Copyright 2014 by Jeffrey Spahr-Summers, Cherry Publications.