Scattered... Poem by Nestor David Armas

You don't have to say hello,

Barely uttering

A threatening

Guttural bellow,

If that frown

Beneath your entitled crown

Is all you know,

The furrow

Of your brows

Could scare away crows,

Your lips uncurled

Just a straight dark line

Like your heart in a jar

Flat lining,

Dead and rotten

I dread to imagine

How you are

By yourself unfurled,

Shattered mirrors and tattered

Wallpaper all about scattered,

Stagnant water in clogged drains;

The decay alone

Could set the tone

For the saddest

And cruelest

Of Broadway shows,

If hell froze over I fear my dear

Your disdain

Would burn a hole

Right through to where I sat,

So if you don't, if you can't

Angle down your nose

And you've all but forgotten,

How to tip your metaphorical hat

And butter a more cheerful 'how are you? ',

A nod; just a nod will have to do...

(12/11/2012)