Halos

There Are Halos and There Are Halos
Circular fixatives
come in all sizes and forms
taped crime scenes
radar scans
shot glasses
Coke-bottle glasses

this thing called circle
lives to confine
to keep in
to keep out
but eventually

like hair
whose nature is wild
all that would be confined
wears thin the time
leaving even hairspray’s circular enclosure
void of its entrapment

and

like a halo
a Mandoria
or Rhodes sun-god Helios
radiated crowns
have been all but forgotten

narcissism has invented
the self-made nimbus
the daily renewal
of coronet
of light
modern man’s communion
with self-worship

some

with a flourishing arc
affix hairspray
or create the aura with perfume

some

stay effused in a mind altering
cloud of smoke

and artists…

hell
we didn’t have to go through all the evolving
we were born with creation’s gift-wrapped need
right?