My mustache is mechanical.
When I smile it knows of no happiness.

My mustache of fame. My mustache of fortune.

There is a tale that speaks of a mustache that waits to become something else,
perhaps a beard.

The 1970′s were overgrown with mustaches.

As a boy I studied the exactness of Rollie Finger’s mustache.
The pitcher with the knuckleball
and the mustache.

1977: the embarrassing legend of everyone’s mustache.

She says my mustache exfoliates her back.
She is seduced within the tickle arena of mustache hair.

Melt your ice cream in the mustache of sunlight.

“Our mustaches are all we have.”

The gym teacher wore a mustache. She was laughed at behind closed doors.
She knew this, but also knew the power of the mustache.

Previously published in No Tell Motel.

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Noah Falck is the author of Snowmen Losing Weight (BatCat Press, 2012). In addition to three chapbooks, recent work has appeared in journals such as Boston Review, H_NGM_N [pdf], Sink Review, and Fact-Simile. He works as the Education Director at Just Buffalo Literary Center. He makes his home in Buffalo, New York. Noah’s “Boss Crashes the Party” and “from Life As A Crossword Puzzle 14. Down” are also in Reprint.

Object(s) to bring back to life: “I would bring back lemonade stands. In the traditional sense. Not the lemonade stands currently featured on corporate commercials. Lemonade stands that manufacture a kind of lemonade that doesn’t really taste like lemonade, where there is either way too much water or way too much sugar. Lemonade stands where there is a high overturn of nickels & dimes and an overwhelming enthusiasm for the process of it all.”