Have you ever been in one of those shiny new places
With crisp mirrors set into blue lazer bright tiles,
Where the reflections are only of beautiful faces
Well-trimmed eyebrows, neat nosehair and toothy, white smiles?
After using the urinal disguised as a fountain
And the basin disguised as a wall hanging plant
Hands dried, you inspect the pores and start counting
The number of eyelashes too terminally bent.
And suddenly notice the way bright lights are angled
Gleaming and glinting from every which way.
They light up your ear hair – so eerily spangled
Glistening and sparkling in random display.