Mr. Mirror

Mr. Mirror
and
Mr. Taking Off–he appears like a poem;
Words reflect and he’s read more
than Mr. Mirror can fathom:
every morrow,
he’d rewrite them to make a man out of them–
prose that breeds more spitting images
of Mr. Mirrors,
well, they come in all contours,
and stumbling too–
Like Mr. Lonestar (and Mr. Cigar)
on parchment...or so he wrote,
“a kiss is all in the lips,”
and walking hand in hand in the rose fields
like in a prayer:
Mr. Mirror and Mr. Art–
He appears like a note;
Refrains are sung and he’s listened first
than he can pluck a string:
every morning,
he’d chant again to make lovers out of them–
songs that keep more peas in a pod
of Mr. Peapods,
they come in all notes
you’ve always sought