This old face

I have gotten to that age that I never imagined being at where your face doesn’t look like your face anymore and there’s lines that aren’t just leftover from the pillow crease and they don’t seem to go away and there’s two above your eyebrow that seem out of place in their stuck position and now there’s jowls forming around your mouth and this jagged line on only one side of your face that you’re constantly trying to wipe away and you think of all those times you regretted laughing knowing what it would do to your face and you wish you bought that retinol collagen hydraulic lotion before today because obviously now it’s far too late for your face

On Waking

Woke up with the nail bit until it bled
ran it on a hand puppet
so it was bleeding too
this within a phase of nap
and the safety pin
came undone dug into my thigh
the safety seal of crinkling plastic
bound to ride and wend its way
into my waist and the house 
seems empty and I have
all these parts to weigh
the finger rises up to the mouth
the puppet will never be the same
the cloth that keeps me dry undone
its fastening is pure design 

so this is someone's mind at work

the skin not yet breathing
it will shed once I drop
the constellation.