Reflections In The Side Of A Toaster Of Time Lost Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Face shmushed against an arm during a home haircut
Done in the kitchen because it is easy to wash the hair down the floor drain
I catch a distorted reflection in the silver surface of the toaster

Hitherto boyhood was trampoline and the power to lift off was self-generating
You always fell back but it was easy to take off again
Until one day the elasticity of chance expands as usual but can longer contract back into a shape

Like the spa of terror wherein they scrub your body with salty crystals that make your skin tingle
The bloated potentate holds his glass high in a mock toast
Anti-busy ant farm of moments march unstoppable

Time loops itself like the lace of a shoe
Double knot tied to make it more secure
Different actions taken that should have been reviewed
Not triggered by the age of the funhouse mirror shade