One day I was walking to the kitchen,
you know, to eat,
when I passed the mirror in the hallway.

I've walked by that mirror countless times,
you know, on my way to the kitchen,
but this time something really grabbed my attention.

I stopped and caught my glance in the looking glass,
you know, the one in the hallway,
and just could not look away for the life of me.

In fact I did the opposite and got closer and closer,
you know, to the mirror,
until at last my forehead was pressed up against it.

Then my reflection blinked and smiled at me,
you know, showing its teeth,
but it had giant dripping fangs and smouldering eyes.

I screamed as it reached through the glass and grabbed me,
you know, with it's talon claws,
and yanked me right through into the reflective prison.

I looked around and saw the interior of my home reversed,
you know, like in a mirror,
and the only light came from a strange and unfamiliar window.

I peeked tentatively into the glass of this odd window,
you know, only it wasn't a window,
and saw the horrible fanged thing smiling back at me again.

Then it reached up and eagerly waved hello,
you know, like waving goodbye,
and smashed the glass all to pieces.

As it shattered the light ran out of my new world,
you know, like purgatory,
so I sat down and thought: "Man I'm ******* hungry."

my eyes and saw black as white all grey
            clean as how I felt not how
much I tithed Sunday,
         rich as the hungry sharing their last bites
strong as the weakest among us, the police
                  as human like us.
Victims as examples of what not to be.
Love, as something rare, to share,
   with those I see as enemies more,
than those who know I care,
               grey as the horizon is,    before a beautiful
sun arising, money a commodity,
     humans as beings, truth as gold, love bold standing
above all, there on the altar, I married.

and we all have watches, but never enough time.