"It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society." - Jiddu Krishnamurti

Trimming the Beard

Without dope creation shifts
images fundamental as water,
forces fundamental as gravity,
recall'd and re-learnt, respectively.

I examine the razor,
its bits of rust
against basin backdrop recalling
decisions of botch'd abortions
I'll never have had to make.

Not as becoming a Judge,
nor quite an ass,
this jawbone jutting stubborn still,
learns of an efficient sluicing
together with chin catchment...

Sinkward rivulets carry
the detritus of what ev'ry man does,
all through the night, and all the live-long day,
witnessing the karma of new growth.