Emo In The Mirror Poem by James McLain

In sleep, clear hose needled razors eye hole, it drains.
In my dream,
ten feet long, black nail polish, it is our wrong.
Emo steps out from, this mirror, the two alone, smiling
together, waxed hard, out of sight inside the mirror.
Dim is the red light, in through window so piercingly,
night males two feedlings.
You, him share it's hose, so clearly, passing it back
forth inside both, translucency draining it.
Stepping into the back mirrored, it is dropped, dripping
red flags spot, cross sheets, through tired, white carpet.
one eye, inside of two, toss rags hair, legs beat cover.
Rolled all of this inside on top, pulled around, a bottom button.