Fried Chicken & Philosophy

Start with a handstand
then pirouette
do an eiffel
now a finger stand
hold until you break the record
simple as cake batter.
Don’t bust a digit
ruined my career
unsanctioned match
had the record
the wind came up.
don’t see lawn matches anymore
except among the rookies
trying to make a name.

Late

when the night is not breathing
your projections sullen

my fingers rake the hair
below your navel

you shift disturbed
I wait.

Gazelle
running
ears pricked
to scents in the wind.

A dancer on point
fluid and rigid
heart throbbed
before a pirouette.

Desire is 13
and a burn
that sweats your pants
shivers that erase your name
care for recklessness
drowning without water.

A chocolate drizzled childhood
skin licked
hands that intercourse
nerves into a jangle
and severs sense.

A bubble breath
wanting to burst
eyes watching silver slips
escape.

A goldfish bowl of promise
ice cream
melts
lava is seminal
if
desire is…