Consider This

Self-Portrait — 6/7/11

The slight flab:

a gray paunch, finally

to call his own

sitting launch-pad.

Holding back, restive,

ever more reservedly;

a death, of sorts

the red kind he couldn’t read about —

it hadn’t happened yet.

Beginning again,

again, and then again,

unruly, surly,

tumbling rapidly into the ever

lightning next…

One might call this a self-portrait.