I am a mirror
made of opium
I break myself
into pieces
and then I love
myself
with a bullet
and a ruler
into more
p
ce
s
Love who I am
one not like you
ever will
love
like I love
myself in the
gla
ss
broken
p
c
s
made of I
glued back
like I said
I would
ssssss ssszzz zzzssszzz
it's been a pleasure
all mine
like it was back in Verdun
like
I
said
it
would
be
I sleep like a mannequin decaying incarnate
I do not sleep that well not at all
Night sorrows I paid with cold money
Black mind white war grim end zero gravitas
Bodies where the red lights play
I lost sight of them
I was not thinking about them
Telepathic sensurround for Pete's sake
Vestal virgins yearning to sleep beside you
Cooing atonal "Build a bridge tonight"
Antiseptic as you like it
I do not like it like this
I do not like it like that
Nine months was a long time ago
Because I was slower than the rest
Post-partum umbilical discord
The blue sound of the sea ship\wrecked
Poet/Visual Artist Michael Brandonisio's work has appeared in Danse Macabre, Otoliths and Counterexample Poetics. Some new visual work is slated to appear in Clockwise Cat.