Self Portraits

Paint and pencils
Cover the table
And we’re all just sitting round
Wasting time we don’t have.
Our fingers trace patterns lazily
On our blank pages
Eyes gazing blindly
At our own bored reflections.
I run my finger
Up and down a pastel idly
And watch the skin
Grow steadily more blue.
It looks good
Like a lizards scaly back
And my eyes become unfocused
As I slip into a dreaming state.

So much for Self Portraits.

Reviews

[Eira Anchor]

here bloody here!