Oh, L o v e
That awful drug
Makes fools of us, huh

Mules of us
Us sit in the Fog of unknowing

At a mirror,

Narcissus in chains is howling at the Moon.

The iron branding his outstretch’d Arms,

The rending cry is baffled by bathos:

You’re an idiot (babe)

Published by gurdeepmattu

I’m an author and publisher. I live and work in London and am the author of “Sons and Fascination” (2011, Paperbooks). It's available here:

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