Self Portrait                                     9/03/01

Tuesday evening, just finished peeing,

      caught a view in bathroom mirror.

Saw a person that was, and wasn’t, me

Took mirror off wall, placed in kitchen,

      watching myself as I write.

Don’t have many mirrors in house,

      just the ones in the bathrooms,

      need then to put contacts in and out.

Don’t like to look into mirrors,

      don’t like what’s looking back, most times.

Rarely do I smile with glee,

      looks like smiling a lost art for me.

Tonight, a very somber person stares back.

Handsome face, although it has a stern quality.

Mouth a straight line,

      even when not sucking pipe.

Shoulders slightly stooped.

Eyes without any sparkle.

Most mornings, a blank stare is reflected back to me.

Do smile, slightly, when thinking about my cyber buddies.

Grows deeper when imaging my special buddies,

      but they are so far away,

      contact so hit-in-miss.

Southern Decadence is over,

      had fun the days I played.

Coupled two sets of guys Friday night,

      great to see a couple form,

      no matter the duration.

Scored Sunday evening, was asked to Hotel.

We played, both had too much to drink for sex,

he fell asleep while kissing.

Had to leave because of contacts.

Smiled all the way across the French Quarter

      while briskly walking to car.

 

 

 

Copyright Ó 2001 John Savage