A Midriff Riff

for the Men of Unity

Exquisite pearl furrows wink “Hello!”
Distracting rifts, tan-locked waterholes
Overwhelm male circuitry, cinder it
Flesh calderas smoulder in pre-eruption
Point oblongingly to dusky oyster lagoons
I lose steering control, swerve, bump
into an utterly immobile lamp-post
But I always walk, so nobody is injured
Navels seize Time, disrupt maps, reverse poles
Blurring purpose like Vaseline and cheap lenses
Bending Time’s arrow into an hourglass
Bellyfull putty craving smelly hole
Nothing modest, coy, or incidental here
A last landmark lost navigators trusted
Terra incognita beyond attracts me, beware!
Upriver drumbeats thrum doom and rapture
Midriffs mark roots’ joinder into our trees
They define public terminus, private property
Lycanthropy emerges, civil intent ceases
Compel me to masticate, clench, stroke, sleep
Honeypots do murder unconscious trespassers
Who, invited, respond, unheedful of danger,
Of jealous-eyed companions and frail smiles
My eyes explore that sexy rift of landscape
Girls reveal, challenge, open, feel me enter
Laguna Beach and Unity Church, Tustin, California
July-August, 2003