Reflection in Cola
white hair against effervescent tar.
blue eyes gone black, unwandering,
while nose pokes nose,
ribbing a liquid mirror with each breath.
this man in a brown moon,
bubbles for craters, he cannot hide.
dimples burst up
near an airbrushed smile of curves and glass.
and that head, whaaaaaa?
far more eggish than realized.
absurd with wrinkles,
per the tap of a fingertip.
you peppy fool,
the pedestal of your importance
shrinks as you sip yourself away,
smaller and smaller,
mutual in a nothing stare.
are you so bemused
realllllly?
that ego could fixate for so long
on someone as thin as a surface?
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Original version (significantly different) published in Octavo.
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