Sorbet

Mike Leeper

At the airport

I got a craving

radiating from my sweet tooth

20-year-old testosterone

has Baskin Robbin’s beat

by a billion flavors

Ahh, but what’s your fancy?

Chocolate Vanessa

Vanilla Irene

Fudge Dipped Julienne?

Oops, better catch the drips

they don’t last long in this heat

How dull some are

sticking to old faithful

pistol-whipping a refined palate

into impotence

for the sake of commitment . . .

Hey I don’t like mine much…

Can we trade?

Once I was tongue tickling

mint Maryann

when a bit of Laura

leaked from my lips

trickled down my chin

a treat a world away, from earlier

Hey, I couldn’t help myself

Every once in awhile

I’ll mix two or three

Careful!!: too many at once

leaves acid in the brow

And sometimes

decide to go

exotic one-night

Isabella sorbet

with the aroma de Italia

Hawaiian shaved ice

my sno-cone you call slut

One would think

I’d carry a cream-stache

a multi colored sugar spackling

neon sign: I dream of ice cream

And to a degree I do

Do they see it in my eyes?

No, the way I carefully slurp on each belies

how many frozen confections I’ve tried.