A House of Mirrors

No lessons, 
nothing of consequence learned, 
here we are, 
right back where we started from, 
still with their blank stares and their heads all full of air, 
eyes that look and never see. 

distortion, 
convex, 
concave,
to each his own portion. 

Into this maze, 
this modern puzzle, 
all this cheating and no one cares, 
except for cheap highs in the bathroom. 


distortion,
convex, 
concave, 
tiny minds, 
so complex.

wandering stealthily, 
forward and then backwards, 
never opening doors or books. 

"As long as we are here, we might as well waste as much time as possible..."

Always ready to blame, 
like shifting wind, 
never ready for repsonsibility, 
deflecting always, 
whispered conversations, 
inside jokes...

(just between freinds...) 

Selfies, 
snapchat, 
these are the only connections they make, 
no books open, 
only their mouths, 
spreading rumors and lies. 


T.S. Deary 
6/10/23