Peter Chapman Poetry

face it

sooner or later everything comes to the face;
you face up
and move along

something pulls the chin
or turns up in the eyes,
nerves fire, the brain squawks
and takes the landscape of your thought

memory flares the nose and expression
keeps to schedule

fingers grip the head and spirits rise
in the world the face puts on

this year the face has been reliable,
all things considered,
stimulation being a matter of degree
and the right tools

watch your friends lower
their hands, authors
crossing out dialog

the cast looks at itself
and the smooth conditioned
muscles of your mouth rehearse

we earn our applause
let's face it