By Madison
Date: 25 December 1999

smug

a tight-lipped heart
and still it screams 
hush, you can hear it 
stone silence in seven tongues
how carefully he 
casts his caution to the wind
master of arrogance, he sits transfixed
rehearsal nights long and cold of it
flaunt it
billboard it
feature it in pixel splendor
he wears it well
his comfortable reserve
newspaper print blackens a thumb
now pressed against his chin
he thinks we all are watching him
poised, pensive
gazing far off into the distance 
of his self.




M Madison
25 dec 99