An Insult to Manhood

Go beyond the work
of life that is nothing
more than symbols
painted on a screen of green-
flowers dancing through space
landing withe delicate disgrace
on the surface of the moon.
close in on art inspired
by shifting facades, tiny women
dismissed as nothing more than decorations
for somenwell off man
who will always be jusy a little shy
of well hung
who will always feel rejected by
contemporary figures
who can never quite embrace
bold imagination, vibrant dimensions.
too confident to be shy
too afraid to be naked and proud
too intangible to be firmly grasped
his power little more than a harsh nightmare
in a PTSD crisis