Twin eyes bulge at the bottom of craters
Carved into a newly hewn moon,
A pair of potted cue balls ricocheting
Among the bulbous, firefly-white cheeks
That dominate this wide chasm of a face,
Exposing a parrot’s beak mouth as they
Pull apart like tectonic plates,
Fat strokes of butter hastily spread on bread;
A canvas primed with early morning acrylics
Smeared on with the flat of a blade,
Features splayed in oh so many ways,
All the kaleidoscopic angles of a fleshy Picasso.
Check the footnotes and take note of the feet,
Niagara skinny jeans spill over the seat,
Gushing deep, dark, denim waters
That trickle into tattered Chucks,
Tie the laces once, string the beggars up
Then never again with any luck.
Criss-crossing, over and under,
Put the rabbit in his hole,
And pull tight to secure the body to the sole.
Use a finger to trace the dark seams that
Ripple across his blushing currant hoodie,
As if the skin were stripped from the body,
Revealing the flesh and organs beneath
Casting him as a natural history exhibit,
Detailing the muscles and their functions,
The arteries and their junctions,
The feet and their bunions.
Drifting back to the face of this young’un,
Spot the faint grouse speckle
Freckling the hairline around his ears,
Early onset stubble,
Not long enough to shave,
Too short to cause trouble.