FLAIR
A little arrogant to speak of himself this way? Spoil his own
perception with an unfit gaze? What’s the alternative?
To put him out to pasture, left to graze in the dirt
and whine about the lack of nourishment?
For praise this feels a little like a Trojan horse
given to elicit a disarming peace. No. Smiles can be seen
on the metro hunk at dawn, asserting dominance
as if his jawline were a naval deck. Look friends
at the angle of his brow. He can hold a dozen
full length dresses within the crook of an elbow,
break a ludicrous taboo with a puckered lip and, should
the ethic of individualism be questioned, he just clicks his 3 inch heels.
Robert Harper
Poem 18: #NaPoWriMo 2022
(Wordle, Quordle & Octordle results from 18th April)