First Impressions or What We See

social satire both of subject and narrator

First Impressions or What We See

My insidious company –
he’s a letch who aims to please
with a lascivious sense of sensitivity
and a lack of all fine sensibilities.

Inside, a sissy,
no doubt, with some emotional disease
and an inability to form healthy boundaries.
He’s a mess, a bust, a walking catastrophe –

all scrambled up with inconsistencies,
incapable of any meaningful self-analyses
(though he dreams of degrees in psychiatry).
He’s in a holding pattern, a freeze.

It’s shocking, really, all these abnormalities.
They do so puzzle and fail to please.
A man so lost, no suitable sense of identity –
Oh God, my God, could that be me?

copyright 2006 Katherine Andrews