we speak with our eyes and ears open to the possibility of a conversation
staring into our own private thoughts mirrored by the window’s dark reflection speeding by
I see my face just above the man who’s reading his daily newspaper across from me
on a subway train to nowhere except into an eternal night of ennui
I say to myself
why do I exist
in my head?
……and then he looked up at me folding his newspaper as if finished with reading the damn thing outdated somehow still smelling of freshly printed ink ……
he wore glasses
and he looked
exactly like me!
“You do realize you’re dreaming. Something I rarely have these days unless this personality wants to take over for you.” He said calmly looking into my eyes which looks exactly like mine except bit enlarged by the spectacle. And I was like ….”Really?”
“You’re a complete stranger to yourself, you do know that don’t you? Or you do, but in the river Nile, my alter boy singing raped by the preist!” He said with a crocodile smile, or should I say my twin with bifocals which makes him look more ogling than myself howling at the moon …..hmmmm…. that’s a strange way of putting it!
HA HA HA HA!!!
I began laughing to myself real loud with a headphone on my head as I was looking back at the people staring at me riding in a same subway train ….
I must have fell asleep for a moment …. talking to myself ….. was I loud?
Now the question is …
Who am I….. now..
at the present?