Cocktail Napkin Stuff

I killed my hair,

& made up a face,

Spanked my ass in gear…

with forward tilt,

I climbed on stilts,

uplifting where I peer.

with better view,

I added new,

spectacles to nose…

so rosy red,

they cleared my head,

& kept me on my toes.

with rings I couldn’t,

toe, and wouldn’t–

–line, but sought to please…

by wrote, I rhymed,

to honor line,

Uncrossing eyes & tease.