BEAUTY

BEAUTY

Beauty, Coyote says,

riffing on Henry Bones,

a friend of old,

"is boring.  We must

not say so."  Give me

my imperfection

any day.  Give me

the stink of dirt,

and I’ll put my nose

in it.  Just spare me

the yawn of elegance,

the pretentiousness

of beauty.  Déesse

et immortelle my eye,

as Charlie Baudelaire

said, who knew a thing

or two about it.