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
