Vain Poem by Ames Petrossi

Vain



self portraits as art
(Cahun or Breton why not?)
jaw clenched just so
chin tilt intentional
key light strategic
30 to 60 degrees
off center above
eye level although no
truth be told,
selfies as posed,
poised, pompous,
vanity conveyed as concept
please don’t
misinterpret
it is an act only,
of self preservation,
auto anthropology,
defense against years
that cleave
snarling & ferocious.
burden that thins skin
generates sag, sad sack of
self consciousness.
gravity in all seriousness
a universal curse
a parting galactic gift
expressed thus:

I am moribund,
each breath
is bliss.

Friday, May 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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