Alternate your face accordingly

To a paper aeroplane’s dynamics

That seems to fly in white stripes

Bent and angular like a bird with a large beak

And eyes are bigger in days filled with good

But small as raisins from time to time

On a crash landing in some water

Where the creases soak and change to warp

And the record in your mouth plays too slow

A plain face, a cake not yet iced

A sheet of paper in the print tray

Waiting for symbols and markings

To be inked in and outlined

Like a photo frame held up squarely to your jaw

A product of how you feel

In exchange for pretty, beautiful, smiles and similes