You are sunshine!
A bonny gamble

with rays content to beam

a halo dream


Lift me with cupped, hot skinned

toilers – to the plateau –

to the let go

the jumping off point

the dismissed cusp, fishy

that there is no verge

Your missile arrives to transpierce me
scintillation of your light-


As Foreseen About My Words

What a
running joke
this application of
pen on paper, acting like the
as if it mattered because like
I knew, when this started
to brew, it was
a fad.