Is There Beauty Here

A cashed for strap.
stagger forwards,
two slapped face steps back.
Is there beauty here?

The head bob,
of a tear rolled drive south.
A passive man,
a failure of epic facial distortions?
abort,
abort,
abort.
Is there beauty here?

A tragic cunt.
A blunted victim mentality,
apparently?
One to set free,
four,
leafed magazine pages.
It's weak spine like mine?
Is there beauty here?

A hang from a short rope,
an overly exuberant four cylinder smoke.
Cold to the touch, 
had enough fantasies.
Not to be mentioned,
questioned.
Is there beauty here?

This ain't multiple choice,
a box for someone else's voice.
Not open for debate.
Don't know now?
Then it's too late.
There is beauty here.

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