Prizefighter

This morning I awoke
to the sight of a prize-
fighter in the mirror.
He spat into the sink
a mouthful of blood as
if he were hit by a
shadowy blow unseen.
He smiled a bare smile so
as to catch his foe much
unaware. He would win
the day and retire soon
to the comfort and warmth
of friends and family.

This morning I awoke
to the sight of a prize-
fighter in the mirror.
I knew I could win the
world and make it home in
time for news and supper.

Nine Lives

Look at those sad eyes
Look at those happy eyes
Look at those searching mirrors

They see me and they don't
They question and love
They live and die

As the sexy, cat-like vision blurs now
As the child-like, woman hears new words
As the babydoll dances tall-bright

Life takes on a dangerous turn
Life joins paths of the past to make a
Life for the future through promising love.