TWO LEGS OR THREE, IT'S ALL ABOUT ME

              

        Each night in dreams
            I face a knight or snake.
                I seek a maiden, fair
                    or hermit, kind.
            I fly or fall or flee before I wake.
                It's said each is
                    an aspect of my mind.
        My boss is not my shadow,
            not my dad.
                To see him so
                    is just a mental fraud.
            I've seen myself
                within the grocery lad.
            Like me,
                they're foolish, fallible and flawed.
        I thought I loved you.
            Yours for me seemed real.
                But was it more about
                    my loving you?
        I grieve,
            but is it still your loss I feel
                or is my grieving
                    all about me too?
         "How can I know another?"
            I complain.
                 "The Devil's Pitchfork's
                     twisting in my brain."

 

 

Reviews

[Glen Fitch]

the devil's pitch fork is the optical illusion of the three pronged fork that at the other end appears to be only two forks. It's one and yet it's the other... grieving you and yet grieving myself, loving you and yet my loving of you...

[Choosing Life]

I so relate to this piece. the question's one seeks when trying to find solace.

I enjoy the flow of this piece. Unique style ...

I even more so like the deep context of the piece, I like that you analaze teh other mate as well as self analiyze. You also point out the power of perception when you talk about what you see versus what is...