Rum &
Raison
A mystic
meets someone
Who doesn’t
know THEY are too
Who doesn't know THEMSELVES
She has a
cynic for an ‘identical twin’ sister
Now I’ve got
no issue with Geminis
Everyone is
crazy these days
You’re just
not allowed to start hitting out at me
Coz ur drunk
& high
& got
nothing better to do
Or coz I don't make a move on 28 year olds, I'm 54 man!
Or coz you don’t know urself
But of
course she does hit out
Filled with
shadows, she boxes & hits hard
There's only so many times I can diffuse things by making her laugh
As for the
spectators
People are deaf
& stupid
No in-built bullshit detector
Relying on one's phone to make major life decisions
They half
hear a stray word they think they know
Make inferences that delight & reinforce their cynicism
An older man & a younger woman
Talking
But how much can
any of us really SEE?!
Can a cynic’s
innocent twin sister
See the nose
on her face?
Can twins
ever truly be friends with a mystic?
Or with
themselves?
Or with anyone, see?
Or even with
an ‘uncle’
When as a
child
They’ve
witnessed their blood uncles
Rape their
identical twin?
Published
& Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.
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