lost in a mirror

Lost in a mirror,
dreaming
hard hatted and holed heart,
but the reflection
dissolves away
to what I am, so scornful
of new shadows
crossing the edges of my eyes
so proud of the no things
I produce
so self deluded
I no longer
own my own face.
So in a chair I look at that man so lost in a mirror there,
but still dreaming.

Thoughtlessnessly

I was lost in thoughtlessness
waiting for the silence to end
the adverts turned themselves over
a day to snore away the oblivion.
Yes, I was lost in thoughtlessness
flicking noisy fleas from one braincell to another.
A blonde topped figure, long, lithe
and unloved hoved into vision.
I had to make a quick decision. Her face as she
came closer made me strain with recognition.

"I know you, do I not? Been so long since we spoke.
How could I have forgot?"

An image of us dancing
of us walking in a funfair
chasing her down a mile of Helter Skelter
and a thousand years of time.

Though, no, we never spoke and she walked past, but,
I was no longer thoughtless
rememebering all our myriad meetings
in those days so long ago
those days my heart collided into love my soul crashed into joy.

Then I found myself in thoughtlessness
and said enough of that.