Glower and Remedy

There is a cruelty abound and unchecked neck-tie, imperialism in some;
At the wrist, in the pulse.
But these men, and their rut does not draw my attention.
Snob that I am, their presence severs up a golden truth.
And that’s the first time lips part to show a long tooth.
A glower.

A calm expression for sure. The jaws must be loose –
Slipping open slightly but still so close together. Suspension.
At the corners use only the slightest tension,
So that the lips preclude a smile or a sneer or hunger.
Though the gums ache and the nerves feel bare of bone
The face is crocodile still; so that eyes might hunt with dexterity.

By this time in the evening the brain is full of calamity.
Confidence is comedy at best. Where laughing arrows
Miss the mark of philosopher hero musings
And lodge their crux smoldering in the house where normal people live.
While my insecurity, which had such marginalized skulky charm,
Has evaporated, leaving a dry riverbed of libido.
Where is the BBC narrator to annunciate over this Jurassic mystery?

Such a forked dilemma beckons manic duet of remedy.
A slap to crack those teeth back together
And a drink to sting the eyes and wet the collar.
And that’s for the spectacle, cause there’s no insinuation of theater anymore.
They’re just looking. Ah remedy.
With shock still fresh, the strategy redoubles, and the neck becomes a bare offering.
The scent floods the sinus, the palate is free of lucid fantasy.
Splintering of sandalwood, smile, and a swelled brook. Ah remedy.


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