the onlooker

I looked out the window of my frontal bone's french door,
those double orbital canals.

You two weren't there, all i saw was refined white flour, now leavened
risen and burnt.
It was abandoned in haste or disgust, I always wonder which.

Two tall boys for the shortest man
two diet shakes for the slimmest man,
two showers for cleanest man.

If one telltale chromogenic line on the test strip doesn't scare him, this man is unstoppable.

homosexuality markedly absent in the window pane's portrait.
they used to live here, one closeted in the prison of 5i.
now the door to this prison is never locked.