AND I?

FROM NEW COLLECTION - "THROUGH AN OPEN WINDOW

And I?

We're nothing alike, my image and I,
it follows me to the bathroom,
denied access, it waits outside,
I bolt the door 
and the world snaps shut!

Muffled sound, flat-lined outsiders 
expunged from my mind’s persuasion,
I tune into the echo of self-indulgence,
appearing to an audience of one.

No one knows out there, 
the fiction writer 
hiding behind multifaceted, flawed heroes,
one page short of exposure.

A little chastisement 
interlaced with, odd winks to myself,
there-there old son,
the reassuring stave off of madness.

Held together by silicone 
this one-liner guy, 
is tongue-tied by whispers, 
'bitter everything’s'
groan through taps & pipes;
"Loser! Loser! Picker & Chooser", 
and as tiles pull faces, 
I wash my own, 
to drown them out.

The scales have their say,
but they're not to be trusted,
I ignore their 'fat bastard' taunts
to peer at reflective deception,
and I buy it 
with the only currency, I hold.

Adjusting to 'out there' acceptance 
I prepare to re-enter the peekaboo theatre
where no one is real;
where all is illusion.