Mon
May
18
petrified slice mavens hide
each evening behind black-
lights in secure spaces: bowling
alleys, midnight barbers and
cactus mazes; each of these a home
for wandering eyelids trailing
weak-willed stomachs which coo
until hoarse whispers of gooey
cheese sliding along a sauce-stained
tongue.
_______In such sanctuaries
whatever glows may be gold
of cheddar, mozzarella and ricotta
currencies which shimmer
brighter than sunlight slipping
through the fingertips of clouds
.
