What sorry semblance be this,
****** out of the upper-right corner eye
smoking a polarized forehead
(boundaries? dope)
balancing on a whim the tenuous gist
of a mocked grin, whose curved lips
is etched on a dusty Ritz's windscreen
out of a second-hand mercy,
like leaves lodging at the outskirts
of hair where they can be plucked from
without protest or curled ends-
this resemblance, an unnatural disclosure
makes you uncomfortably manage yourself
into the shower.