Juggernaut | Thomas Piekarski

Rollicking and rocking,
cavorting reportedly
in open air–
rafters shattered,
raucous debauchery
posits a positive
spin upon
whispering antonyms.

Dripping destiny
from every incessant
gaping pore,
that pesky earwig
pop goes the weasels,
is thus abolished
by salivation
of libations poured
from mammoth vats
of glory’s lore.
And then amidst
wily gyrations
of unfathomable gongs,
the sweetest, most
pristine epiphany.

Cast inside
the ice-cream castle,
snow yearning
to avalanche,
you’re petrified,
stunned,
captured in dance.

Vitality never
a question,
sequestered equestrian—
your steed is saddled,
watered, fed,
prepped, waiting,
ready at the old
wooden trough,
avid for you
to mount.

The liquid reflection
of that wave you crave
to snatch—
have faith,
it will appear
out of sheer
vapid atmosphere.

It will catch you
totally off guard
and absolutely
poker-faced.

And then will thrust
you headlong into
the ambient clutch
of indivisible love.

Now, be mindful,
you don’t dance
with just anyone.
She has to have
oozing class,
a woman who
realizes
that true beauty
rightly resides
between the ears,
outside the eyes.

Indian Review | Author | Thomas Piekarski is a former editor of the California State Poetry Quarterly. Read his poems on Indian Review.

Indian Review | Author | Thomas Piekarski is a former editor of the California State Poetry Quarterly. His poetry and interviews have appeared in Nimrod, Portland Review, Kestrel, Cream City Review, Poetry Salzburg, Boston Poetry Magazine, Gertrude, The Bacon Review, and many others. He has published a travel guide, Best Choices In Northern California, and Time Lines, a book of poems.