Doppelgänger

I.

Algid eye—

rapacious beacon glowing

resoundingly: seguimiento de iris negro…

Stalking the affable saxophonist,

petrified stare of unwavering knowingness,

fissures rise perfunctorily along

the nape: At your house.

A pensive call,

malcontent emissary grins wickedly,

triumphant ensnaring

one untouched by hardship

and betrayals,

chestnut-flecked hairs razored

in an immaculate v-formation.

How did you do that?—

cracked retort wafts,

met with a predatorial, twisted

glare; smug grimace supplants hypnotically,

deadening the surface chatter in proximity.

Laughter from the partygoers

succinctly jars the silence—

shawl of reverb,

echoing recalcitrantly

against the buttresses.

II.

Red orbs translucent,

scalping the hollow,

segmented line

mars the winding highway.

Driver stares

in the rear viewfinder,

a morphed, unleashed profile—

resolute like a hunter—

wantonly leers back.