I have wide set shoulders and fat sausage toes,
A potbelly's tummy and wide ogre's nose.
My skin is like spoiled milk, pimpled and browned,
And my hair reeks of pancaked squirrels peeled off of the ground.
My chin is soft peach fuzz,
My palm's foreign land,
I have stony rough earlobes
Hanging dainty spinach strands.
Disregard long years ago -
And my ego was high -
I can assure myself swindled,
See, I've wrung my heart dry.
The irony is how I can see myself not
As a friend or a foe but a one I've forgot.
For everyone's laughed, and my family's tried lots
But my body grew larger as well as my thoughts.
Veil my shoulders, my face,
And my furry feet too.
Inches are hidden
And nothing's askew.
I've got freckled gorilla fingers
Sticky coated with cream,
And my mustard pearly whites
Have lost all of their sheen.
Sprouting up like a stalk,
I've always been tall,
Yet as time drags on longer
You can't hear a voice so small.
Like a fire breather's lavish spit
Or a Vegas magician's show-stopping wit,
I've always been a privileged kid
With a sudden ego I swear I've hid.
When I put on a mask and my warty flesh is gone,
I can almost feel desire die before a new dawn.
My thoughts drift aside and my identity is split
And in morning I'm smiling, at least just a bit.
What have I forgotten with my ambitious new plans?
Have I redrawn the blueprints and flawed every man?
As a beastly grand creature
Self-esteem slipped the knot.
And yet nothing has control,
It's simply a misleading thought.
[ ♌ alysha ♍ ]
"earth" © vincent vernacatola