Mirrors and politeness(updated)

 "Leading you on?", "I was just being polite!"

She manifests...
Her ego is a stomach, her self esteem a neglected child.
As each man continues to ask her out,
she leaves it open like a box of makeup on her dresser.

She reluctantly smiles and makes some comment about another time another life.
That man tucks his tail between his legs and exits flustered.
I could see the appeal, I was also taken.
The tone of her voice, the tan on her beautiful legs.
That radiant smile, and the subtle playfulness.
Often in the bathroom just to check that mirror.

She wore the shorter skirt that day, used all of those gestures that drew the male eye like art.
Extended that smile that triggered dimples and subdimples that emblematized sensuality.
That sort of thing left me breathless, then One day I would gain the courage to ask her.
"Girl I have feelings for you."
"Oh I'm so sorry I'm dating someone right now."
Word got back pretty quick that she had been single.

The way she would attract harness and manipulate men's attention was incredible.
Karma and age's natural conspiracy against hypergamy urged her to get in touch years later.
Was I sadistic to make her squirm? Maybe.
All I can say is, I was polite.

Storage and empty swimming pools

The pool was empty
it was one day supposed to be a status symbol
to tell the rest of the family she was doing better
For Brazilians avoiding envy was as important as attracting it
 
She preferred stripes
she preferred sudden excitement
Toward anger or joy
In the rain she would become a racoon
unpredictable and hostile

Her mother was a passive creature
Who could also whirl into a sudden rage
Who would overload the plates of food
Overload her front garden

Spoil the drunkard brother
But worship her bottle blond daughter
Dust and untended corners made hiding places
Where insects and small rodents would hide
Between their gutter origins to the kitchen

Or storage areas where bags of food bought at discount sat
Waiting to be torn open by the front teeth of resident rats
Then to sustain those surreptitious fiends
While stripes and her mother murmured gossip

They were blessed and cursed
The annual flood would force the mother to clean out her damp house
The privations of the street would send her brother back
And stripes her daughter was there for every chapter

Lost sons

 The two went ahead to their school
far far away
we traveled over gray cities
block structures
abandoned train stations
Many soldiers stopped us from getting to the school
So we found alternatives
We got into the school by sneaking into a cargo container
We arrived inside the school
There they were two boys
The younger and the older
Marching back and forth
In the middle of a field closely shaded by overbearing oaks
Mid conconformity mid summer
We convinced the boys to walk away from the march
To escape the school of conformity
And find sustenance in the journey

Admission to a apoetseye

 Your eyes are here again
On this page you think safe and sane
To celebrate what? I don't know.
retrace your steps real slow.

What did you come here to find?
Hope to capture a fragment of this mind?
Good luck and welcome inside.

Inside the labrynth I've built.
Where gravity sniggers and surfaces tilt
Where the things that hide are hideous
And the things that connive are carnivorous

There's a drop of me in every little bit of it
Even in slight suspicion you're losing your shit
Come deeper you say you want to experience  the arcane
Get your head around these words, sweet walls and chains

That the dead ends have made you apathetic
Sense of no return vibrates through your kinetic
Claustrophobic so why do you delve further
Write myself into you like psychological warfare

Not to destroy you or out of derision, but hammer you into submission
For deeper down in these esoteric lines, I've got a stunning dungeon rhymed
If I really was merciful I'd warn you to turn back
My realm wants your soul, I implore your onward trek

But the further you go, the more lost you seem
It's wonderful to find someone who can feel like me
Someone to decorate the inside of this expanding domain
As my words reach inside you, unfurl
Invade your eyes and paint your outside world

Mammal feral

 The pain of the man dribbles from the chin in comedy
The man's drive sends him headfirst into comic frenzy
He exposes his flaws in a rare display of admission
Then wraps it up for the next film

But I've seen the pain behind the scared mammal
The way he shares all in an attempt to shock
This man is my brother his eyes furious
galloping and hunting by day at the tit by night

Standing up straight just enough for a stomach
Yelling at the just the right pitch feral
To sound that indignation for the unscratched needs
That pain behind the eyes will

I see the way you lumber across the screen
Spew those oneliners and shove the slapsticking
I'm still a fan, because the warrior is there
It's hidden behind all the costume and makeup

Maritaka couple

 The Maritaka squabble on the powerline
The racket echoes off the hard concrete house walls
The bird tilts it's head to the side like a doctor investigating
And makes a slow and careful utterance as it preens its partner

They chatter for many a minute their tones rising and falling
They hobble closer then separate
grappling the line with their small talons
And nodding at each other and the morning 

Then the two bold creatures squawk in unison
Drop from the line flick wings and speed over the neighborhood
Who knows to search for fruit, to build a nest or to go on chatting
inseparable they soar cackling on their way

The snooker corridor

 Snooker corridor trick
Thin unfed bodies
All looking for place to lick
On the sugar wall

Naked emaciated and tense
Guided by arcade shadows
Desperately driven by senses
Corridor's dreadful dance swallows

Lanky moving chook bobbing heads
Each one with their favorite strategy
Yet few get their tongue fed
Tastebuds scream necks fatigue

Some give up predictably complain
Hissing bitterly as they lick in vain
Too many bodies at the wall all unaware
All competing for the same little square