layers of one

Smooth like a baby, pearly and peachy,

A flesh, skin, cotton mosaic of softness,

The body of an individual in love,

Tumble and roll in glowing joy,

Fix a perfect toast and a black coffee for one.

Racing like a storm eye, disorganized yet targeted,

A brain, words, laptop mosaic of creation,

The electricity of an individual in love,

Whirl and epiphanize in decadent analyses,

Add a vase to the palace of sole reign.

Crisp like autumn air, barren yet hypermotile,

A pair of oxfords, socks, trouser mosaic of responsibility,

The legs of an individual in dread,

Leave down the steps in urgent duty,

The new vase teetered by the masses without.

Unnatural like a whore, mechanical and out of place,

An engine, wheels, four-seat mosaic to congest,

The bane of a society in blinders,

Crawl in to feel my soul on the curb in unbudging indignancy,

Turn a perfect toast and black coffee to excreta.

Haunting like an asylum, coarse and unintelligent,

Architectural, institutional, spiritual mosaic of disappointment,

The school of the Weak in heat,

Flee through the conflagration to grab necessities,

Feel the wondrous vase melt under Satan’s reign.

Reentered like a whore, mechanical and out of place,

A gear, brakes, steering mosaic of repetition,

The orphan in a family of flowers by the road,

Ravage traffic lights in high-speed escape,

Aid in the rescue of my vase to absolve of your whorish sins.

Thick like Manhattan clam chowder, tart but rich,

Color, dance, song mosaic of wonder,

The palace of an individual in love,

Undone the oxfords, socks, trousers in liberating fashion,

Kneel and nurture at its feet to gather the pieces.

Nicked like fine porcelain, a shame and a waste,

A hope, indignancy, obsession mosaic of re-creation,

The hands and heart of an individual in love,

Reheat, remelt, refigure in patient tenderness,

Turn nicks and pieces into a new vase.

Smooth like a baby, pearly and peachy,

A flesh, skin, cotton mosaic of softness,

The body of an individual in love,

Tumble and roll in glowing joy,

Fix a small tartine and a chamomile tea for one.

Originally written 2.6.12