Rev up the machine, brush it off
Scream-and-dream machine like no other
Emphatically & repeatedly calling for f’kn mother!
Plug it in.
Turn it on –
Rev. It. UP.
And the motor grinds a warning
It’s grab and go; STOP! grab, grab & go
Clearing is a solitary slow show
That motor loudly revs…
Semi-private contortionists show
Holding inconceivable poses for hours
Hours on end as this chewing pincer runs on high power
It’s a private dungeon show…
Precarious acrobatics for sake of searching caresses
Feeling clearer, cooler under the sheets
In the streets of summer –
In a world of wonderment & preoccupation
With skins of silk and nubile appearances
Forever yanking and pinching just to clean a path
Half a day of flinching when I walk
Nary a trace of honey infused wax…