5g78u, sex in the kitchen, cosmology

HOT PIZZA

stuff boiling over
in the microwave

a saga of a story there
in background radiation

you
mistook at first
for chicken shit
but there
you are with that
noble Nobel gong
around your
neck

showing off
as if you were prizefighter

speaking of which you
and I
traded enough blows
in our protracted experiment
in trying
to combine the races

brutal repertoire, need
a fencing master
speciality rapier
   to teach
us the
    more nuanced moves
and simple strategies
of thrust
and parry
    thrust and parry

honestly man to man
woman to man
for every ruffle
in the fabric
of our repertoire
and artful
continuity

so long story short (and
short one
long
bedevilled by
much innuendo

here we slice and dice and
roll the base

pizza
destined for some
serious temperatures

cooking together in synch,
in formation
flat
surface
to flat surface, generating
dynamism, building
connection

suddenly in such asymmetry
that climbing, climbing,
Carolina
Reaper hot, before
you say
caldera things
might just explode, go

rags to riches, order
to entropy

everything in our purview
given much
ecstatic Christening
before the end of the day

stuff
as ever, as never

boiling over in the microwave