Being Me: A Review

Self-portrait in punctuation
On an existence related to motion...
He is a ‘dancer.’ (o) His
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An older object subject
To objectification. o His
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Of muscles, flexed, pleasing to his own
Winking eye (;)
In a mirror of a younger past.
Bulges pleasant to other peering eyes (:) (:) (:)
Of an audience in titillated awe
In the anonymous thrill of present
Dark. (××) But
Pleasing shapes don’t always make
Pleasing dances. He has presence, a handsome
Face and a revealing outfit. (O) His
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An object suitable for displays, like silver. o His
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Anatomically correct, weathered, responding on cue,
Mercurial, musical, masculine lines in splitting
His image in atomic
Ratios both golden and stolen. But his
Body is dancing on tricks of the trade - off
Balance - the hasty turn - the wasted
Energy - of speed - of grace - of charm - tilting
Away - emotion-laden motions - cliched
Gestures - trained too late - short career
Incomplete - injury prone ankles - on hyperextended
knees. He lacks an ‘in’ style and an artistry
Of tasteful gymnastic execution now.
A voice. A signature. A personal ability. Somehow
Lessened. ‘Dancer?’ o His
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A roughened object subject
To a failure of wow
Factor. Because he thinks he can
Still dance. Still, he exists. Better
Still, he exists motionless in movements
Of a liminal degree,
Punctuating past glories with periods
Of absence. Invisible. Silent. Quiescent.