His teeth
are so white
that he invites
graffiti and swear words
on the stainless enamel.
The smile is wide
enough for
delivery trucks
to drive into,
so wide
that someone keeps
scrawling a third grader’s
version of testicles
by his face,
floating in air between
upper lip and nostril.
What would be
clear and abundant eyes
are scratched out and
resurfaced with white spaces,
with Nosferatu brows,
His arms are crossed confidently,
he is leaning to the left side,
he wears no jacket,
but his hair is now on fire.
.
Ted Burke
.