Wednesday 13 January 2010

Invert.

His unbroken brow led to a
Less successful nose whose
Tip slid long from base and top lip,
Which itself barely registered being
Buried beneath a bee stung better half.
This ripened pout leant itself
To likenesses of surly types,
And was sourly allowed
To slither into chinless jowls,
Which no longer operated.

No throated neck was noticed,
Only collar bones protesting
At the weight of fallen assets,
And the whole damn mess was
Fastened to a fading chest,
Which heaved less rhythmically
Each passing week and slowly
Found itself exposed, as clothes
Unbuttoned evenly, and turned
Their insides out.

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