David Kowalczyk - Dazzling Hearts, Shivering Mirrors

She's almost chemically dogmatic.
She smiles like she wants to cry,
and whispers in my ear.


'Time is music. Time is poison.
Time is a mirror without glass! '
Her eyes swell to the size
of small pancakes.


God, save us from the truths
revealed by funhouse mirrors.


This is the birthright
of all pagans: slow, lingering
sex, fueled by Jose Cuervo,
a Pacific sunset, and
outlandish lies.


The golden trance
of seamless communion.

David Kowalczyk

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