I can’t seem to remember.
Is this the first time I’ve looked in the mirror?
Shocked as I am at what I am seeing.
Old man, not me,
Ahh, I remember,
Yes, I think I remember when once I looked in the mirror.
I think, not too long ago, either.
When I combed my hair into bangs,
Into a pompadour.
But not before
I reached into the cabinet,
Second shelf was a glass.
What a bad ass.
Slicked it back with half a bottle of Vitalis
I was cool with the lingo,
Lookin’ like Pacino.
I slicked it and shaped it
I can remember that far back.
But where in the hell did I park my car.
Today I can’t remember what lunch I ate.
I can’t recall the people I love
But I have a strange fear of people I hate.
It’s not me I see.
It’s not me in the mirror today
Jeffrey B. Allen