Another numb Narcissus
- (Or archetypal Adonis)
Works out each and every day,
In front of a myriad mirrors
In his one room apartment
On the outskirts of town.
Pumped full of steroids;
Dreaming dumb bell delusions
Of action hero physique,
He glances in mirror 1
At his hypertrophied body
Of steel and raw iron.
The glint in his eye
Reveals a kind of cold splendour.
For he only ever sees,
The images he desires;
Never the truth;
The nature of his obsession.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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