Mirrorform: Blue Yonder

for Sydney

I can still feel your blue,

hard like the truth is hard.

It bruises me. No word

I know could soften you.

No word can bring you to.

On the flatlands of your death

your ripcord smile is myth.

I can still feel your blue.

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Mirrorform Psalm

If I'm to hunt for you

ahead of my own flesh,

twist my wrist with the leash

while hot meat saunters through

till your horn commands Pursue,

if ever it does, I'd best

get good at being chased.

—If I'm to hunt for you.

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Mirrorform: Double Cliché

Scrubbed-up with the same soap.

Spit-shined by the same rag.

Buds from the same dime bag.

As twin as tan and taupe.

Double-duped by the rope-a-dope.

Hooked like an Eng-Chang eel.

Two shucked clams at the Raw Deal.

Scrubbed-up with the same soap.

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Mirrorform: Pajamalaise

The destination brunch.

The lovingkindness class.

The CRISPRed babyface.

The Sunday Funday paunch.

The housetrained Darwin's finch.

The burr mill loneliness.

The polyamorous kiss.

The desolation brunch.

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Mirrorform: Rubber Stamp

Take action / Take no action

Compel / Condone / Combat

"No comment." / "Could you repeat that?" /

(Accelerate redaction)

Fiction / XXXXXXX

Ground-invade / Concede

Cut him / Let him bleed

Take action / Take no action