This poem was published eons ago in a journal called Octavo, run by Alsop Review.
Owl
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Reflection in Cola
white hair against effervescent tar.
blue eyes gone black, unwandering,
while nose accuses nose,
ribbing a liquid mirror
with each breath.
man in a brown moon,
he cannot hide,
dimples bubbling up
near a mouth airbrushed
by curves of glass.
his head, more eggish than realized,
glistens with cracks,
following the tap of a fingertip.
his pedestal of volume
shrinks as he sips himself away,
ever smaller, maintaining
a mutual stare, bemused
that eyes could fixate so long
on someone as thin as a surface.
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Tuesday, May 24, 2011
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