an unrehearsed universe

In the Round

if i were pensive introspective
owner of a fully furnished interior
then i wouldn't feel the need
to deconstruct
the bathtub bleach dye job
thrashing against the tanning bed
radioactive glow peeking from
mounds of concealer which fail to hide
the pockmarked pimple landscape
of cheeks that long ago lost their bone
and melted into the jaw -
or so you say.

you have a beautiful mouth -
see who says i can't
accentuate the positive -
at least until you use it to speak
with those liver lips drawn back
into a snarl of frustration no amount of
smile practice can overcome
i see in your tonsils another
of the reasons i could never love you. 

shallow silly one-dimensional are
resentful synonyms for
more beautiful than thou
i cannot help that this caramel skin
contrasts pleasingly with
the black-haired black-eyed
voluptuousness
of exotic sands surfs and skies
cannot be blamed for being plump
in enough of the right places
to force people to wonder why i
waste myself since nothing about you
screams of money.