Masculinity as Mental Illness
He has this hair that sweeps across his head
In ways that every waterfall would want.
The thickness and the strengths are currents spread
Across his scalp, a gushing fountain’s flaunt
Of blondness mixed with undercurrents. These
Are shadow depths but unrelated to
His Thor-like beard. Its redness is at ease
With frowning moustache whiskers to undo
The hardest heart. It doesn’t seem a smile
Could issue from those lips so near that nose
Constrained by manly hormones in the style
Of hard-assed gods of every realm and pose.
..Although he’s dressed in softened, faded plaid,
….His eyes contain the darkness of the mad.