Saturday, June 20, 2009

TO PSYCH TECH K. KASLOWSKI

Laughing at your four-leaf clover skyscraper
With my bubble gum balls in storage
All the while candles leaping elsewhere
I know by God they were.

Some sugar powdered French toast
And tangy guava colorings, sky.

Run back this way some, sister,
Stick-shifter, and rum.
A piece of wax dotting brass
Like electronic blood on angels.

 SCA~JAN 14, 1998