I pity the poor solipsist
Who hasn’t got any friends
Perhaps because
He believes
(With himself)
That
The world begins and ends…
In mirrors
(Or in shop windows)
The reflection’s of only one face
And
When he looks over his shoulder
It’s to relish
The one tail there to chase…
I’m writing these words
With compassion
About how the poor chap spends his days
But
Now I must stop
Let the matter drop
For
At my own navel
I now have to gaze
.
Harry Lupino
Picture Nick Victor
.