POEM OF MYSELF
by John Tustin
Mangy pallid-faced,
my eyes flash brilliant
in midnight mirrors;
I whisper secrets in my
own ear, and withdraw,
aghast at my own honesty,
my detrimental thoughts,
my obese lusts.
Muttering in the darkness,
under here no light penetrates,
nothing but rivers of boiling
angry blood.
I sleep fists and teeth
clenched, covers drawn
against the cold, the dark,
the world, you, my eyes,
my filthy hands,
myself.