Pork rinds and sex

 Cooking pork rinds

Oil and fat bubbling ocean

Is it the fatty crispy snack

Does that entice

Part of preparation seems vulgar

The smell and splattering oil is overpowering

Pulling each one out with tongs

Laying them on the paper to dry

The oil and fat at a heat on the verge of bursting into flame

Sexual intercourse at the height of friction

Human's moving like animals inside the fire ant's nest

Wriggling jolting frying in the oil, in their own fat

Absorbing then expelling the oil and fat

Going from that soft jelly state

Into hard crackling across the open pan

Anticipating the mouth

Dog's loose

 They chased him around the yard
The dog had escaped
This was his five minutes of freedom
scrambling insanely

Give it another minute
He'll tire himself out
Avoiding every trap
Causing more havoc

Out of our control
running amok
Testing the street people
We couldn't reach him

He was sprinting around
On his instinct and electric limbs
We just need to give up the chase
Resisting seems to satisfy the hound

Promoted from within

 Out here looking for prestige.
Twenty floors up in that decorated office.
All noses for the same plate of food.
practice in the mirror.

Ground floor is a peasant factory.
You want to be up there looking down.
Still pretending to be humble,
Not really pulling it off.

It will take you up.
They will give you your own office.
Space to frame certificates on your wall,
Pace back and forth. 

Gripping your briefcase.
Staring up at the twentieth floor,
back at the face on the watch.
You've become so important to yourself.

Unfaithful mind

 Confused about her

 intoxicated by being wanted in a new way

 telling yourself you need to “experiment to see what’s behind it” 

 curiosity leaking in from the storm

permission-seeking dressed up as investigation

You know what’s behind it

Chemistry Novelty Ego Secrecy 

You don’t need to discover that attraction exists

 You already feel it

What’s actually driving you crazy is this

You want to be the kind who could cross the line

and get away with it

That’s the fantasy

Control Access Power Optional morality

Seeking the lost lines of dusk

 Lost schedule
Location unknown
Science spoke to me
Pointed the way

My future self guided me along
White beard and reparing a bicycle
Walking along lost lines of dusk
Broken tractors and old wasted shrubs

How I want the truth
But I won't wrestle it out
How I seek knowledge
But I'll make do

Beauty disappears and reappears
getting too close
Rubbing against me
Found my way through some labyrinth

Junkyards from last millenia

Feeling the movement

 I felt the world move under me
Readjusting
Life was a school
God a scientist

Where are you?
Suddenly there
Giving yourself to the moment
Surrendering to reality
Submitting to uncertainty
Find yourself immortal
A ritual in itself

Deconstruct my ignorance
The sureness of my ego
Renew my source energy
I felt the world move under me
The was you, looking at me
Mistaking me for old chaos
something wth lightening and gold trim

I felt your hips move under me
readjusting
Giving yourself slowly over
Opening your world up

Destiny Hostel's maroon deck

 Destiny hostel trying to find a room
Somewhere to sleep for the night
Study during the day
Find a part time job
Live like the manual says
Every nerve and every vein
Fired up like lava in caves

Saw the second story
Coming down from the third
Twice the life packed into half the frame
Riveting between slats of wood 
Does beauty glue gossip
On a marron wooden deck
Out into the sun which I fell into

Moving between the slats
Losing the sense of time
Losing a nice golden chunk of sanity
Know yourself as prohibited
Your code lets you in no longer
The door is locked
Memory of the deck cracks and fades