he felt uncomfortable in his tidy pink jacket

too hot for the day



he always felt uncomfortable

anxious about doing, wearing

the right thing



he pushed his glasses into a better

position; they had steamed

his shadow long in the lowering sun



though he had the beautiful invitation

had accepted, packed & travelled to his



friend’s place



he felt awkward



brown leather shoes  worn with socks

& regret; his slacks  high, neat at the



waist





he had always fretted over  appearance

what to pack, how to prepare



hours staring the mirror considering his

shape. sticky taping every hair, each dust

mote

from the fabrics

the obsession



he counted the trees, moved to the water

to hail his friend



stood dizzy poolside

his friend was only wearing white pants



he died inside

&



as ever felt uncomforable



( thank to d.hockney – the inspiration, the picture)