Movement

Engine coughs
and my guts hack.
Wheels turn
and my stomach flips.
Road passes under me
and my colon passes wind.

We accelerate
and I exhale.
We stop suddenly
and I pale.
We start to move again
and my exhale
turns to juice.

Paper cut

Paper cut
Callous
Tangerine mold
Split ends
Dividens
Sneezy runny cold.

Califlower wart
Maroon rashed thigh
Brown water stain
Crusty corner eye.

White tooth

More white
whiter
than any other sugar cube
balancing on the lip

and more off-center
and imperfect
than any other plank
in the golden white fence

White and crooked
Glorious spotlight
Brighter and ruder than any
blue eyes
sculpted nose
sharp jawline

But shot dead
by Nazi wires
and bands
and drills
because conformity of the mouth
is the new paradigm.

Pain Relief

Like powder on the tongue
powder of the sun
that bakes on flakes
of dried skin riding
riding taste buds
like bulbous beach balls
on a moistened seal.

Powder concealed
capsule divine
breaks the sweating
and the swelling
and the aching.

Powder divine.

Shingles

Shingles--
Where do they fall from?
The moon
or the roof
or the skin?