[stylist] Poem - "Razor" - First Draft

[William L Houts]

Hey Blinks,

I've been away from writing for a few weeks, but come back to it with 
the following poem.  I'll say that I think it works, but at this point 
don't have much invested in it beyond that, except to say that I think 
this is my third poem about shaving, and probably the best, for whatever 
THAT's worth.


--Bill


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We hate to shave, we masters, Americans

brave and entitled to bright singing business:

the talk, the tech, the telling of lies

so small they can scarcely budge salt;

it's our razors I mean, those engines of clean facial

shine, swift as bees with a similar whine

in their working: warlike and winning, slick

with electrics, permitting us, masculine infants,

to sing our boyhoodsfalse:o catch us: dancers,

drummers,delighters of open-mouthed crowds,

as barefaced as winter or wishes:we're

mortal, remember, none of usAdonis divine,

yet buzz our stubble to pinkness,my lie like

any other's:I'm eternal, I'm perfect, I'm nine.