Most humans start
with a pretty face and work backwards
Symmetrical
spheres, curved beauty
Rugged firm
handsomeness lined in definitive exploration
The arbitrary
magnetism of the physical and existential
Pulls me into a
staring contest with oblivion
As if irises are
time warps allocating beatitudes in lockets of Medusa’s glare
Open the hinge and
the mirror leaves orchards of statues
Molded like Rodin
and Larry Flint became Santa’s elves
Painting the ends
of fingers and toes, lips and rouge vulvas
Pulsating
circumcised decision makers so that Viagra competes with Yasmin
For market
dividends of who is and is not born in tomorrow’s direct deposit
The accountancy
has left me peering into an ocean of blanks
Every façade could
be anyone and is no one and so I become one
Absent of
conversation assumption over discussion
Got it all figured
out in the hungry heart of Thanksgiving dinner
Where patriotism,
religion, and fanaticism sound like curse words
Faith in volition
and nothing
Saying I got mine
and everybody else forgot theirs out of pocket
Flowing with the
tides of sexual repression, expression and cultish tax deductible experiences
See the eagles and
the crow and extinction looks palatable in the withered corn rows
Fertilizer in the
rain and praying inside my skull like an orphan knowing
Mother died of an
overdose and daddy never knew
Leaving permit
applications blank and deadlines pass
Marching into
April and seeing December’s cogs wind
Oh the time for
volunteering to plant grass inside the coast
Hammer a nail for
a homeless family or cast the deciding vote
So preoccupied
with unpacking boxes after this odyssey
To begin another
knowing the bodies offer nothing but an opening gambit
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