SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

The Somber C(age)

The bathroom mirror is just the right light
for my reflection,
and if I pull my skin taught
just so
to remove the hard lines --
too many years of
laughter
harsh sun
dehydrating gin and
bitter
unrefined
caffeine make --
you can see how beautiful
I once looked
before
time snaps back.

But, I don't care how I look.
I care how you care.
You see with your eyes.
You don't feel with your heart,
and I scrunch my face a little more,
age for you --
gray hair,
pallid skin
sagging breast
a less nimble walk
for this cock
with a song in his heart
can still crow --
with fire blue eyes
red organ, prideful,
beating hard and strong
in it's somber cage.



Might revise. Just came to me. What about...

before
time
snaps
back.

...to end first stanza? Hmm, drama much?


I elucidate, disappear, return to edit, then vanish to come back more and wonder...what was that? I will never understand this process.
Putting myself out there...