Cecil Vortex

We were so lucky
to be kids
right there
in the sticky sweet center of
the golden age
of t-shirts

Mall-store walls plastered to the sky
with receding rows of iron-ons --
too many to pick just five

And when 

Don’t think of it
as me
eating your sandwich.
Think of it as
your sandwich
hiding inside me
for a day or two.

Rising to greet you.
Pulling out a chair.
Licking clean your plate.
Sanity bread crumbs sticking to the side of
your mouth your chin your shirt until
wiped away soft backhand skin.
Sanity letting you sit down first.
Beached and … Read on Macduff...

There’s a bench by the Santa Cruz merry-go-round
where you can sit and watch the brass-ring jockies
as they spin past at high speeds
watch their faces shift from
crazed release last miss to
tight mad joy next shot
hook … Read on Macduff...