Maintaining my place on the stem, looking up at the rose Part II

Draw closed the iron curtain
Wade deep into the smoked mud
Truth and Time are riddles now
Talking like Elmer Fudd

Toes and eyes brimming with love
Push and shove our way to say
“Hey, this is who I am!!
But the mirrors not working.”

Do I like it??
Will I fight it??
Don’t make me come over there.
Whilst I go walk over here.
All this mixing shakes me dizzy
Dancing in perpetual tizzy