You look better in a mirror.
A reversal of direction
They say,
Must make desperation happiness.

You look better alone.
A reversal of accompaniment
They say,                                          
Clears the boulder from one's palette.

You look better gone.
A reversal of streams
They say,
Is the end.

You said I looked like a ninja turtle
Made me laugh
Then
You ripped out my tooth.

As I cried,
You laughed and told me to
Grow up.

If any one asks
Why my teeth are gone
I'll cough out
Your business card.

Synthetic leather cupping my head
while i'm inverted by a switch.
This is getting old.

Relevant, prophetical illustrations
Scare me.
A plane before a flight
A hat before its worn.

Incoherent, waiting for a slice
For to walk, was to wear.
To leave, was to fly

Before a renaissance
All were nothing,
Swimming in a sack.

In the air, wearing a hat
Struggling with oblong baggage.
Living up to a cover

I was not supposed to meet you
Today,
Nor yesterday.
In the garden
Nor the attic
In the ocean
Nor the porch.

Seldom whispering can
Help me not.
For I am worn,
Touching the severed rope.
For I am worn,
Dripping from the twine.

I was not supposed to meet you today,
nor yesterday.
lavender rooms
can only repair
the vessel I have spilled.  

Seldom whispering
Can help me not.
For I am worn
I am forgotten.