Thursday, July 11, 2013

Demanding Perfection


The only time to demand
perfection from others is
when I'm perfect myself.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

Medusa

Take the curlers from my hair.
Dreadlocks writhe around my stare.
I have the Midas touch.
My sticky polyps clutch
And freeze a frieze in the dead sea.
What’s perfectly said
Is perfectly dead
As all my snakes agree.

I molt in mythic time and raise
My head against the macho gaze
To turn its force to stone.
My tentacles have grown
Umbrellas of a convex bell
Whose mouths control
His human soul
Before it’s sent to hell.

[Disposable Song July 12, 2013]
Dr. Mike