There is something to tear
whenever we are near
a mirror is something to fear
The urge to be better than bad
swirled with the promise to be good
gives us all something we can share
when we are in the right and wrong mood
The lights flicker about
as we tease and taunt
I offer myself as a placebo
then you will get what you want
Forget the bed and say hello to the floor
when you shadow dance with others
behind the black door.
dead beat poet 