The Morning After

"I really need a shave," thought he
leaning into the sink to rinse
"and I shouldn't eat all that I see."

He brushed brambles from thorny feet,
and scrubbed at his face in the mist.
"I really need a shave," thought he,

his bristly hair hanging, sticky.
Uncomfortable, he reminisced:
"And I shouldn't eat all that I see."

Icepick teeth, caked, wafted stink
behind dried husk lips amidst grits.
"I really need a shave," thought he,

howling at the mirror with glee.
Memories of last night made him wince,
"and I shouldn't eat all that I see."

"Next full moon I won't be so free..."
He pawed at the sink for a spritz
"...I really need to shave," thought he,
"and I shouldn't eat all that I see."