Breakdance Timepiece


Excruciating dance of joy

Flips onto the pavement

With pincers and toes

Misaligned like the

Overbite of an overbearing monkey.

It floats, casting shadows over your

Parade and wondering you to

The edge of the benthic

Ridge.  If there were grapes

Painted as trim around the

Edges of your kitchen, your

House would be worth a

Hind of vineyards.  Ripe

Camels, crossing a dune,

Leaving ephemeral footprints

In the airy dimness at the

Border of warp and cloth.