On a Close Shave

     Now any different, shaven pan?
So, was that soul’s patch naught but fly
A stylish trick and alibi
    The mental piece (you’ll catch my drift)
Being a barren bluff again
And no more hotbed breeding thrift
Nor nest for knickknack, chin-aware?

    Like any other, barbered skin
Must shine its truth, in mirror style
As if lost outgrowth by some wile
    Would clear one’s mind, and yet lay bare
The yarn spun by the raffish chin.
So, any different? Anywhere?
– Nah. Just another fashion shift.

July 25, 2015