The Impervious Me

You may ask the mirror
Show me perfect hair
That the room entire might welcome you
Then when laying out your raiment
What am I to wear
Slipping on the thread that wears you
Hung like fallen scarves on a street wall
For returning hands to find
Stripped by magazines in the yearning
Of waiting rooms for authors to your time

The days will fly like pink confetti
Your fists unfurled
But if you land the blow
Everybody gets hurt

You learn the lines by rote
Not knowing which words to keep
They switch them while you sleep
So rouse yourself to breathe
The impervious me

You may sift for summer
Such horizons there
Throw a wheel and trust it turns for you
Then go and ask your mirror
What's of me to share
Am I in the place I left you
Strung like silver chimes in a door bay
For a passing breeze to sound
Loose like fallen leaves out of reason
Seasoned to be motive for the ground

The days will fly like pink confetti
Your fists unfurled
And if you land the blow
Everybody gets hurt

You learn your lines and note
By measure which words you'll need
You gift them when you sleep
So steel yourself and greet
The impervious me

Impervious me

The days will fly like pink confetti
Your fists unfurled
But if you land the blow
Everybody gets hurt

You learn your lines by rote
Not knowing which words to keep
They gift them when you sleep
So steel yourself to meet

The days will fly like pink confetti
Your fists unfurled
And if you land the blow
Everybody gets hurt

You learn your lines and note
By measure which words you'll need
You gift them when you sleep