He donned dark trousers and a coat

A blazer matched smart with a tie

The clasp stationed below the knot

Begged the viewer to question “why?”

Slicked deliberately, hair tilled

Like furrowed rows plowed with a comb

Rhyme with no reason but teasin’

For use of the architect’s plumb

That out of the straight and narrow

Diaphanous cultivated

Field of tresses, my guess is, his

Guess is exaggerated

A contorted guise toward his wise

Magnificent pursuit of one’s

Carefully calculated

Colossal kaleidoscope outcome.

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