am i a narcissist if i should admire
the way i'm cobbled together
a microcasm of how things have lived so far
hairy wreaths stuck out, pointing in all directions
like competing Polari
begging blindly, plainly, loudly
screaming in hyperbole and hypochondria
swallowing and wallowing in knowing, scathing hypocriticism
cutting deep as a saw, running back and forth
machete-pacing to the tune of zen koans. 

and so it was, the droning made the drone,
surrounded and drowning in a sea of faces
pushing for the noxious air of insipid inspiration
of what it is to be alone.