Seperate Ways(For Al)

It was one of those days when I & my(self) parted ...went our separate ways. I climbed back inside the mirror (& hid) . My reflection took my place & did the things I did . ...only better! Bloody... show off! I climbed back inside the refrigeator (& hid) at the back with the mouldy cheese sour milk two mummified grapes & some yellow shrivelled peppers. I waited for the light to go out & froze in the icebox with the other ice cubes. It was so...bloody cold! I climbed back inside the painting of me in oils tried to inhabit the paint as it was when first the paint was applied (oh that first burshstroke!) but my desire had dried stillter than still ...life. It was so.... bloody quiet! I climbed back inside an old photograph of me when I could still smile but that me wasn't the me I am now & the photo said: 'Do I...know you...do I... want to know you? ' It was so...bloody black & white! I talked to the phone but it wouldn't talk back to me. Even the talking clock refused to answer me. Even my tears refused to have ... anything to do with me. Bloody Hell! It was one of those days when I & my(self) parted ....went our separate ways.