sequitur
a man my age
face deformed by
plastic rage
of disease
waits for the same
train
as i
every night
today
my japanese barber
said
she is surprised
at the roundness
of the back
of my
head
despite her usual hope
that my head
like the asian head
at the back
slopes
and now
tilting my brow
this way and that
in the darkness
of window train
night
i spy
my beautiful
eyes
my oh
my