'Hey I Know You, You’re The Guy Who Sold Me The Jag! ” Poem by jerome moore

“hey I know you, you’re the guy who sold me the jag! ”

The lights flicker and the stage spins
The man became a ersatz mannequin a straw man and the crowd began to roar
and awww and oooo their eyes covered with three dimensional glasses.

I am not an addict or a liar or a needy type
I am a mirror one could look into and feel welcome
the abuse in me is your broken reflection.
Walls begin to breath
cotton bandages
the curtain turns into a column of concrete