My countenance is as dreary as this day.
This mudslide brow overhangs dull grey eyes
And an inconsequential nose
And a mouth turned down like the tail of a wet dog.
The hunched shoulders and paunchy belly are like
A clay Buddah perched in a moldy corner shrine.
Happiness slips slickly off my face and
Puddles at my feet.
This cloudy day hovers over me like
An unspoken uncomfortable truth.