Self-Satisfied Curvature of the Lips

Staring threw me

Through my crisp, slit-cut, Chakti-split Gaelic eyes

Cover story

a. heart filled with verse

sc.rawlings splash across my mouth

Metaphorically, mechanically, meandering

Under breath 

riSing and withHolding



What I'm Jones-ing to read aloud

But for the self-consciousness of maleness

is poetry in a coffee shop: 

"Beauty... that I am not supposed to enjoy"

Like foreplay, holding hands, or any silent, side-by-side seduction

Anything e-Masculated, un-Hetero, un/in/hibited or un/in/habit/ed

All for the Mass appeal 

of another cover story

The one where my eyes are thrown

I'm alone 

and words escape me



No fondness for "lovely" allowed - just read the signs

of patriarchy



a.word escape artist with self-satisfied curvature of lips

a.courtesan flo-etic,

Epic-Natured

Like Echo to Narcissus

Gypsy ravings, 

and these spent, manly minstrel cravings

weep silently

for pause-pulse epistemology

Inspired by the work of a. rawlings

© Kenneth Matthew McGrath