homecoming

Let's...
...say an adeventure, a pitchy task to chew,
wandering side wise and grounding glass underfoot,
like a corriander seed wedged between my molars,
not discomfiting yet to all else it lends its taste,
chomp on the hull and it squirms,
betrays its presence,
not an unwelcome addition.


Homecoming
Accented with pink sticky legs akimbo,
flexed at an obtuse angle,
limbs and back exhale
riveted to attention and pressing,
but craning resisits, insisting that
nodding is just too much work.
Focusing out of the question,
bad news tumbles weedy and thorough,
snapping undergrowth and herbs,
careens without navigator
listing badly left on crumpled ribs,
ballasts sucking at waxy air.
Malplaced intuition is proven
as the mast, sinister,
indicates the point of rotation.




May
Little licking eyelids creased in alcoholic stupor
draw polka dots around a brown halo
showing through a layer of white ginger
crystalized with age and care,
mitigate unwavering signals
stolid and not quite salient,
immutable in course,
drinkable straight but not easily
digestable in the time of one day,
this fibrous libidinous being
so soon stolen by an empty cask,
pupils reflecting a pink dawn
that finds the fruit sellers
solidly planted yet again.