skatin the i.ball

in a crowd i was
a thief my eyes shifty my
shadow darted into grates
hands in pockets pupils
skating the eyeball
in circles. an object of
derision a sinking
suspicion

alone i was birth
and death and
neverending i
drank my coffee
after five hours
sleep

my moment
stirred

i was left
out

i was shy i
longed to
be

why my glass eye erotic

a little bluegreen
marble
microclimate
   pressured with
pumped air
rolled
      across me
                while i slept

up the rubbery
sole
between the index
and fore
toe
told

and on it rolled
up the bald peak knees
cascading view of bedsheet seas

then down the
summit
skin
line
to my triangle
flats

where the clearing
opens
to a depresdion
a sacred private land
unbeknownst
to man

kind
warm belly
soft dune to the tune of
unbuttoned
fertile ground
porous
browned by sunlight

she circled back the belly
button dropped in
to say hi
then glided effortlessly
tickling my ribs
and into the moistened
valley alive with heartbeating
underground

between my
small surrender
of breasts

my tits
my flesh
my life

still life
soft surrendered
to sleep

this small sweet rolling
sensation
to dream
cut an x game
half pipe aerial off
the bluff!

why
my eyelashes
butterflied
as the bluegreen
sensation
skated up the lip
of my chin
and three sixty
nined
divine!

landed impossibly
between my lips
where by my
sudden
surprise

why
my breath
did the rest!

flew it into my eye and
thats how i got my
glass eye

8

You are the one
the only
number 8

divisible by two
the lens we see through
two fours fit inside
off your curves
kids can slide

infinity
on your side

seven plus one
ten minus two
nothing dangerous
about you

what i like best
is skating you, 8
on frozen ponds
in winter

what i like most
is figuring 8
around and around
and around

two zeros entwined
you may not add up
4 a stop and go world
you are poorly designed

cream puff of numbers
the cutthroats don’t suit you
no wonder you come back on
yourself

called crazy
made fun of
you always look
in the mirror
the same

i hope people see
number 8 just like me
and not just another number

there’s a little 8
in all of us
so remember
you are not just another
number