Vintageable beauty

Who said it was vintageable beauty?

Perhaps it had been transformed after birth?
From Under the Volcano

Or delayed in its inception

It became so precious due to assimilating forces

Forces that flip-flopped

Evil on its belly

Forces that screened

Carcinoma out of the skin

If I were to have a vitageable

Hour or day -forget the year

I would deem it semi-hard like

A good goat cheese

I would look at it

Through the flakes of raw salt

I would listen to it as

The bread knife streaks across the crunchy crust.

Then, I would spin my body in front of a

Decomposed mirror

Reflecting puzzled, conflicting parts just

Like the Continents at strife

I would invite a gymnast to do an Olympic

Beam routine

Backbenders and flips on an abandoned

Submarine torpedo

Finally

Reaching for a volcanic Mexican bottle

With a dated black and white boney Frida Kalo

Image on its etiquette

I would take a vintage swig to

Cool and numb the burning of my spine

Laid out in a desert

Over a sloping sand dune.