Monday, August 29, 2011

Teeth long past repairing
picket a gape, perpetually despairing,
beneath a thousand-yard stare
(as if requisite, bad hair);

Bulbous nose--Satan's choice!
blame it for the toad-fart voice
(Yes it must be Lucifer;
for what divine engineer
puts a head this heavy on a neck this austere?);

With pock-marked skin
and gap-toothed grin
(granted, a not-bad chin):
one mediocre specimen!

His malformed charm,
his fellowship too,
draw only the alarm
such desperate figures are due;

(silence insulates he from you)

And through that silence he says:
alive, still, no less than you...

Self-Portrait, August 2o11

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