Snow Blind Poem by Adryan Barnathan

Tucked in his cavern with slatted 3/4 views,
he thinks he is sneaky,
but through the slats I see you.

Ears perked, starving for morsels of peek-a-boo,
is not satisfying his hungry ghost.

He writes to meet the nuances of what he sees,
but when lacking in compassion, how can he?

Just strumming his howl to some notes,
he sings without touching the notes with heart or feeling.

Oh, a man who might be a man
if he were who he pretends to be.

Seeking praise from someone who tells lies
just to get you to like him.

I tell you, this dance is a joyless routine.
Puttering in circles keeps you in this slatted dream.

May coffee and donuts make you happy.