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Testosterone Poisoning
by Dan Linn
Testosterone poisoning ruined his voice,
Half a century passed, before it changed.
Now it's only good for shouting, straining,
veins popping, red-faced, and deranged.
He went on a search for lost masculinity.
He found out soon what that could cost.
He had some fun, but a tone of sincerity,
and what he'd taken for granted, was lost.
He swaggered better, learned to wander,
fighting strangers for pride once held inside,
until he gave it up for a wary independence,
from the feminine part he had set aside.
07/19/2012 Author's Note: He went too far.
Posted on 07/24/2012
Copyright © 2025 Dan Linn
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 07/24/12 at 06:51 PM crisis? what crisis? your mastery of this mildly cynical self-deprecating tone is just great-and the images you call up with "straining,
veins popping, red-faced, and deranged" is moving from strength to strength, hormonally or not, sir...thank you, lk |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/24/12 at 11:55 PM Fascinating portrait. |
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