Roark

under dim pink lighting
one can spelunk the caverns
of his mouth
caricature feature - his back
throat punching bag
vibrating, rocking
and rolling to the tones
of his own
He's a black Banana Republic sweater
blue-eyed package with
dirty jeans and
surreptitious seduction
He's ten saffron words working
down the page
Thirty-seven on a good day
witty, knows his humor
Caterpillars through but
always ends in aviation