INCOMPLETE

INCOMPLETE

there I
am
smile being
wiped off my face
the huge
being wiped
off my face

always
a price to pay
wear
and tear
always
a tariff

your face
falling
shares falling

I can see me whole life
in those dips and spikes

one to one
with my
cardio rhythms

if it
is all theatre,
masquerade
lets
  
  my soul
become
pure ego

in the mirror
up on the screen

brash and burnished
over-inflated over
extended

dog day in
day out
dusk to
dawn derided

sad sack of a case
could not
be more

incomplete