Reflection in Cola
white hair, effervesce of tar,
blue eyes gone black, unwandering,
when nose pokes nose,
ribbing a liquid mirror with each breath.
a man in a brown moon,
bubbles for craters, he cannot hide.
his dimples burst upward
round an airbrushed smile of curves and glass.
and his head, whaaaaaa?
far more eggish than realized.
absurd with wrinkles
per tap of fingertip.
you peppy fool!
the pedestal of your importance
shrinks as you sip yourself away,
smaller and smaller,
mutual in a blank stare.
and are you truly so bemused?
realllllly?
that your ego could fixate for so long
on someone as thin as a surface?
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7/21/24 ...
Original version (significantly different) published in Octavo.
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