I Like Looking Like A Boy

I like looking like a boy.

Those massive locks

That locked in looks

From boys and men –

Well, that was then

And now is now.


I’ve thrown out needs

And taken in

Convenience, suitability

Which looks as nice – e’en twice as nice

To those bystanders’ gawking shoulders

(Appeal’s molder in the eyes

Of the beholder),


Now it’s time for short and neat,

Just as cute

When coexisting with a sweet,

Kind, loving nature;


Persona’s self charisma

Which as hypnotic, gives off honey’s own melisma,*

Charm’s attraction which,

If used correctly

Does more good

Than all the ringlets ever could.

*a group of notes sung to one syllable of text.


I Like Looking Like A Boy 11.24.2016

Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Vanities II;Circling Round Woman II;

Arlene Corwin



Trying To Stay Woman

I wouldn’t call it vanity,

More nature of proclivity,

Its natural routine:

We’ll call it femininity.

Showing up one day: testosterone, whisker stiff,

Non-specific, un-terrific.

Something foreign taking over,

Over which you’ve no control;

Identity’s uncertainty,

The struggle to stay womanly

Without looking transves-titty:

Trying to stay woman.


(original version found 7.22.2016)

I wouldn’t call it vanity

(though Augustine might).

More proclivity’s routine: a femininity.

Who can ignore the whiskers stiff,

Testosterone’s attack,

The fact that something foreign’s taken over,

Over which you’re no control – a Janus head,

Identity an ambiguity.

The struggle to stay woman

Without looking like a transvestite.


Trying To Stay Woman 2.16.2014/10.25.2014/revised7.22.2016

Circling Round Woman II; Circling Round Vanities II;

Arlene Corwin



Everyone’s Titties

Everyone’s Titties


Everyone’s titties are mammary glands,

The glamour of mammary glands

Being temporal –

Nothing to get excited about.

Mommies and mammories –

That’s their significance.

Men who desire

The chest bone attire,

Who somehow or other

Are drawn to an udder

Whose breast-iny

After an age is to flop

Or to drop –

Well, let’s say perception at best,

Is projection,

And leave it at that.


Everyone’s Titties 6.16.2010

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Woman; Circling Round Eros;

Arlene Corwin

Tendency 2013


Can one get rid of tendencies?

I don’t think so.

Fat will sit

Despite the twist

Of catalyst and time.

Shut out habits, change your shape,

Work out till you’re eighty-eight;

Stop three months, the tendency

To mal-placed weight will reappear,

Ascendant as your natal star,

That fat formation in your rear,

On hip, neck, back –

Back with vengeance!

Can one burn the seed,

The latency, the almost-need?

I don’t think so.  Damn!

But then, if that is who I am,

Then that is who I am.

Not damn.  Hurrah!

Tendency 6.8.2000 (revised 10.7.2013)

Circling Round Woman; Circling Round Nature; Nature In & Of Reality;

Arlene Corwin

2012 in review Arlene Corwin Poetry have-a-look

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The new Boeing 787 Dreamliner can carry about 250 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,500 times in 2012. If it were a Dreamliner, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people.

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A Biological Consideration 2012

         A Biological Consideration


I fooled age (well, thought I did)

And thought I could,

But age caught up.

Joint yelled; one swelled;

Odd ache;

Asleep, one woke – awake

Sometimes one hour in the night,

Sometimes each second, third…

The point is, nature took a bite

Out of what used to be sleep’s time right.

Talk of ‘bite’, the gums fell sick,

As if a clock that sat unwound

Had suddenly begun to tick,

And teeth so white, and tooth so sound

Began to loosen, wear away and quite

Alarmingly to beige,

The coffee too, revealing age.

Each year a badge,

A token sign that shocks

From witlessness and past abuse;

Naiveté, where unseen clocks

Expose a you, you thought was them.

Fascinated by these signs,

Symptoms that I feel and see;

Mirrors that show lines

I must repeatedly accept as me;

Coup d’états, shifting sands:

Pre-determined sleights of hand –

They haven’t stopped.

Steeped in aging’s out-of-step,

Expecting to accept more yet;

Giving up the role of Thor,

Accepting to expect yet more.

One just surrenders for,

One must.



A Biological Consideration 2.2.1999/re-worked 5.22.2011/reworked for Birth, Death & InBetween 8.27.2012

Circling Round Woman; Circling Round Nature; Nature In & Of Reality; Circling Round Time II; Birth, Death & InBetween;

Arlene Corwin


Year Of The Moustache: 2011

Year Of The Moustache: 2010

I’d hinted at it,


Seen it in and on the best,

The rest of womankind.

Turkish maidens, Indians from India,

Beautiful, desirable,

And then,

Two thousand ten

The whole kaboodle spouted,


Blonde, but definitely there!

Hair overlip!

The chin demanding its first nip,

The cheek!

And I, each, every other week

Am there with mirror large in place;

Eyeglasses I must bear, two pair

Of tweezers, just in case…

Now I’m addicted –

Let us say dependent.


Relax into it?

Plan pre-termined,

I’ve turned into woman-man.

I’ve even cut my hair– and love it!

Maybe loving is the answer.


©Year of the Moustache 1.30.2011

Circling Round Vanity; Circling Round Woman;

Arlene Corwin




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