arched brow of disbelieved muse
waves soberly astride the pug nose's bridge
offering nary even a shadowed hint of excuse
as to why it stands up so suspicious and
unapologetic
like an ocean sandbars ridge
partaking in a gathered rage of ill gotten
proportion
as little if anything is won in the way of
absorption
preen now oh mighty vanity
in this so teenager like gaze
but put this highly questionable me that
I see before ye in its pathetic yet oh so
proper place
which would be out of mine misery in this
ghastly but necessary phase
yet far too shocked in the moment to see
beyond such a negative blaze............
(April 7, 1994 am)