vested drearily over
a malty figure- eyes
are a dignified craft
of years spent perfecting
the grass of imperfection.
glasses prove that to
sharpen the mind, you
must dull the iris-- blink
twice every 14 seconds
as if he just woke up.
success is but happiness
of the absurd, and his
guise accepts the
statement that life is

so real

it's *surreal.