Look At Yourself (Incomplete) Poem by A.Z. McCoy

Don't need a mirror
In a tired, desperate clutter
Tightest of windowless submarine spaces
Realized
How another
Might perceive you
A monster-eyed madman
Desk lined with hard gum
Broken men's teeth
Five jaws worth amid
Barren grapefruit shells dusted
Incomplete aphoristicky notes
dangling the walls,
Left trailing in the fan's white noise
hum
And you chuckle, 'well, I don't
See it quite that way'
And the grizzled pedant emerges,
Sooted in his calm, cultured wilderness of one
Social nooses rotted, elegantly hulks
Strikes bargains and hawks acclaim in his concession:
'Bought ma gray frill' lump o' matter
At the kitsch county fair
From spare parts and nihilism 'xhibits
It was the bird-lady's caged cortex
Told me to lick nothingness, static-sweat, and
image minerals'
Just for the taste
How could I say
In the Light of glittering bespeckled
Snow-mesmer flash
But whoa, did I snag
The robo-criminal
in me,
my being in a bedraggled state
Pad away, there's still daylight
Rest your hands on the vanity and sigh
Just whisper to the faucet's trickle
Mirrors unhandy for tenuous grasps
The stranger turns his back.