'Everytime I Look At The Glass' Poem by Marty McKenna

every time i look at the glass
it's more than half empty.
like the flutter of a moth

i return and return, fill
and refill the air with chaos;
another day done, another bottle,

another hand wet with the way
you slip though my mind.
silk flutters across the eye,

in minute moments of what
i perceive, twice the speed.
and before it slips between my fingers

i carve an hour from the other side
of the day, close my notes to be
closer to this now; carry this one to you.

first published by 'bindweed'
appeared in the chapbook 'gently but a dream'