Tuesday Poem: "Headlights"

“Poetry’s for poofters, innit?”
A square jaw

thrustwobbling out of sagging jowls

to menace my airspace.

The first assault,

olfactory.

Saliva hops into my bitter dominion.

Draw breath, draw back

as knuckles whiten

and eyes glaze with a lust

for facial architecture.

“Excuse me, I think I left my car headlights on.”

The poet wishes to acknowledge Valley Micropress in whose pages this poem first appeared.