poem in progress; feedback welcome

 gELATO

this journey is colored lapis sunset swirl   (PATCHY, MARBLED, SWIRL)
with a hint of mint
smells like seaweed, OYSTER pearl, GRAPEFRUIT OIL AND SALT CRYSTAL.

I want to walk the rain wet stones in a slicket-slacker
puddle packer
trapeze a river ice tide chunks
turn the wooden handle on the manual ice cream machine
So that we can eat and have our cake too.
Dangerously. Before the dry rot of the wet preserves.
mmmmm. cherry drops, and apple pies in shops with local paint
from mr. mcGruff

In the outside the dogs bark and sniff shrub trees
Maybe they're onto something tasty
like a hare or peanut butter and jelly burrito.

the past is a graying tooth
a little sickly, but strong-boned
It wants to cling to the gums with white flash roots
PING!
A drill smokes as it spins into a crease of tooth canyon.
Animals with tusks: 
Out Out!

Sugar pill-slips spill on the linoleom, and several spots of cream too.
I taste a strong will.
A living one that wants to exceed transformation.
Won't you come with me dear?

the bait is out there, or is it here?
I cannot feel a buzz
the benzocane is cheeky
and I cannot see the sun


torential storms pull from a silver pocket nook book
a recipe which has burst into LEMON/ CHERRY.. SPOOLS/ DROPS
falling lightly upwards a moon
That is where... metal clipped jazz feet provide the beat forms.
"shirley Temple, PLEASE."
"Surely you can't be serious," HE SAYS
like a graying tooth, a little sickly, but strong-boned.
click tap tap click tap tap click tap tap click tap tap
tip tap tap tip tap tap tip tap tap
"Oh jeez, i just want this damn thing to pop out."



A jungle of monkey mint
I want to go there
with you, my friend.

Now pour the chocolate in a dish, drop a clown sized scoop on top,
Banana on bottom, cherry on top
Its cold out there and delicious like home-made gelato.
won't you share with me my dear?