#BrokenReflections

Squashed ‘n Stewed:

In the laughter’s realm, I find a view
With smirking broken pieces crook and skew.

They are my fragments reflecting the truth,
Neither my present nor the time of my youth.

Each fragment reflects a dif’rent fact
As facts are dif’rent, they form a dif’rent act.

My head in one is like a first century orangutan,
If a woman were to...