Self-Portrait
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.
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