Dazzling Hearts, Shivering Mirrors Poem by David Kowalczyk

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.