Toes of Happiness

 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.