Self-Portrait Prose Poem

Spends a lot of time indoors, in debt; wants to be outdoors, open doors. Owls at night, breaks later than many. Remembers most of his dreams when he wakes up. Smiles at mirrors and frowns at photos. Oils and leaves to rust and repeats; owns a well-used shovel. Appearance: always wanting changing mane; always wishing for a beard. Lazy like a house cat and just as nice, though restless. Amateur, self-trained brain surgeon often in theatre – looking for a new career. Watches the sea from [the safety of] the sand.

Brown, dark green, balancing between two things, forgotten companions


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