Friday, December 02, 2011

To the Survival of Lizards


To the Survival of Lizards

Call me
Narcissus for I complain
of being lonely
call me what I miss
whatever it is
call me lizard and arrogant  
nightmare on your blood moon
your itch to destroy
the indestructible
faces of important men.

Call me diseased
with problems of original sin
because of my worries
call me your myth of father
and son
your determination
in the most conceited image
within me
for I am you
in your most moral
assumptions
scuttling through the cracks
created to admit me
in your living rooms
my honor
comes with your hate
by imitation
and your refusal
to live on.

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