Intent blue eyes
of prairie skies—
white coat and denim jeans—
Her fingers click
with a silver pick
exploring before she cleans—
A musical straw
gobbles in my jaw
like a flute with dancing beans—
While toot’ by toot’
round each tingling root
a bladelet intervenes—
Now a powerbrush
circles in a rush,
toboggan-fast careens—
To the orange taste
of a sandy paste
rubbed in by tambourines—
The pirouette
of a pistol jet
splashes in serpentines—
Swirled in spit
the scouring grit
is sluiced and sucked from the scene—
And my teeth applaud
with a smile as broad
as diamond mezzanines.

This poem first appeared in Busenhalter (Fall, 2004)
Used here with the author’s permission.