Pen to it
wondaboom lends tongue
to submarine troll of rock
propped 'gainst auspicious box of dust.
As skies shriek
to tear flags of prayer
to tatters
at year's ebb
rip tender crocus
undeterred by fury.
From afar, glad tidings
creep up from fingers:
the heaps of sweetness
the buttered bounty
surmounting blue ceramic
(cleaned, dried with care)
We have offered plastic carnations
LED lotuses
tender morsel of Himalayan yam
powder summit
clutch of ripening
clouds upon clouds of delight
steel cask of intoxicant
offered to the hosts of lovely ones,
hosts of goddess
kings of triumph
emanating by the
heart beat.
Snap to it. Tap it.
Jack Flash, my friend,
quick to smile.
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