YOU LOOK AT ME LIKE I KNOW YOU

the_stranger_in_the_mirror_by_dienutza

 

You look at me like

I know you

different, yet the same somehow.

 

I smile, I think,

beneath a puzzling clock

but something else stares back

like confusion, perhaps, or

acceptance.

 

Like, maybe you’re

not who I thought you were.

 

I hear my children’s laughter

linger in empty rooms

smelling of old toys,  

and the walls age and

change and stay the same

like me

and some of it makes sense.

 

But mostly

you look at me

like I know you  

and I feel that

 

maybe

I am doing something right.

 

GOTHAM CITY

benidorm

Young

night in

Gotham City

high-rise lights

twenty degrees

 

White shirts

polished shoes

balcony banter

vodka and wine

 

Old Spice

R & B

sunburnt skin

funnels and fire

 

Heading in;

into Gotham

special deals

free first drink

 

Sticky dancefloors

foamy mist

Sangria cocktails

down in one

 

On stage

dancer’s cage

robot moves

on the pole

 

John Travolta

cardboard box

getting hazy

little fish big

 

Scatman John

Humpin’ Around

I’m A Believer

Boom Boom Boom

 

Catching glances

looking good

feeling sick

need a drink

 

Sweaty bodies

losing friends

finding beers

on empty tables

 

Walking alone

completely lost

chilli kebab

down my shirt

 

Aimless wandering

dream-like confusion

rising sun

where’s the hotel?

 

Wallet missing

memory wiped

staggering in

sick on floor

 

Nothing pulled

counting friends

someone sleeping

on my bed

 

Checking suitcase

finding money

50 pesetas

for another drink

 

Heading back;

back to Gotham;

back to the night

when the

time was

young.