Like the Guy that never got married

Running toward darkness
looking for someone who doesn’t have to smile,
searching for a mirror
so not to change myself–
too lazy to make time for devotions or
do I really want a wife that won’t be praying for me?

do I martyr myself with delusions of sacrifice:
breaking covenants and burning the cow
I’ve been given quite a few after all
to write poems about

if dreams are standards, this is a nightmare
can two reserved persons fall in love
and still love the world
like the Guy that never got married

The diameter of these circles

I hatewhat I see
too fat
too big
they stare
at me
from the mirror
as if I can control
the lines that form
as if it changes the curves of my brainwaves

Alone, My Worth

Time slows, scheduler empties,
time to kill myself again.
The CD spins a lulling tune,
I hold up a mirror
and wonder alone my worth.
Without me,
Would you differ?