Monday, June 12, 2006

Narcissus the Drunk


Occasions for celebration
are plentiful as lost hairs.
He passes a mirror
and catches his glance.
"Not bad," he thinks.
Indeed, he doubles back
for an encore
but ice cube echoes
tell him no.

A glass of cognac waits, melting.




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