Early Morning Poem ...I Am Not a Pipe...
I am in bed ..I see my reflection
On the laptop screen
Hair, face ...that sort of thing.
Mirror image of skin..
But
That is not me
Ceci n’est pas une pipe
I am not Pipe
Not me
This glass face, with a placed smile
Like a church window..full of lies.
A head without a body
Front without back
This severed image
Without teeth
Is not a pipe
...je suis not une Peep!
One digit click
One click ..
I’m gone.
But then...
I see my hand
Like branches of a tree
The fingers stop to make the perfect fan
Just as ammonite becomes itself
The mathematics
Form the perfect shape
To make a hand.
Ceci une hand
But then..
Put out the light
And it is gone
One click..and gone
The hand is gone
And it is not a hand.
All that is left?
...are riddles for the night.
Kristine Byrne March 6th..2013