Faceless

Here I am
Mirror a fisherman
On the end of the jetty

My chin wider at a smile
My bed a whale
My beard a captain
my mouth a ship about to set sale

My eyes slipping on the sights
sipping up beauty
My pupils fruit seed lights
planted on a far off jungle route

My cheeks fly off like frightened birds
And my forehead bounces off my head absurdly
My ears disappear before they even heard

And now I have no face
Thank god, like a deciduous tree losing it's leaves
It's not about the surface, just what's underneath