Astride His Face

A robust young man in his
twenties, his attention diverted
from the potential of public
contamination, his eyes averted
as though busily examining and
parsing some inner conflict that
the presence of others might
conceivably set awry, while
high-decibel-grade sound snugly
infiltrates his ears in punctuated
rap, striding purposefully ahead
wearing a full-throttle scowl
in facial pride of place. Does
this signal a choice of lifestyle
viewing existence as a
solitary emotional wasteland?