EXQUISITE OF HIS CHOOSING

 

He was thin and exquisite,
a beauty by precision
like one of those fine tipped
and expensive,
professional
art pens
the kind he used on his illustrations

He seemed absolutely crafted and
intensely committed to
his appearance:
all black with RayBans, tats
part on the right side,
the placement of his pants
only slightly an inch below
his square waist

His face was a teenage dream
elusive delicacy adorning stoic
lack of emotionality
made him tremendously
close to
impossible to read

He was not long
he was not muscular
or particularly virile in form
No, he was not a sculpture – hand made
and he didn’t much look as though
he was ever meant to be touched
by anything
other than the instrument of his choosing

 

copyright 2013

 

POEMS

Breaking Beauty

Candy Striper

Cloudy Blue Skies

Dyin’ Nice Us

Entrails & Innards

Every Artist Has A Vice

EXQUISITE OF HIS CHOOSING

Heavy Hearted & Light Headed

I Can Go Out Further

Johnny, Come Quickly

Michael J. Fox

Pink and Dissolving

Possibility Is A Girl’s Name

Satisfaction’s In The Reaction

The Cold Winter

The Sex Poem

You’re Welcome