dearly intended
1
ghosts in rolled up carpets
tagged for timed release
reasons for a bluer world
faint harps in multitudes
2
but it’s tasting now that counts
tongues tool new tunes
the drool of luck
don’t wait for it to dry
3
the doctor missed me when I hid
but I know you find me when you love
I’m exactly what you ordered
my intent is pure I’m sure
4
while wheeling over oceans
eye stations capture swhirls
but nothing
to call home about
5
words land
where widowed fingers wander
but nought I’ve heard, felt,
seen before
6
thus spake green parakeets
and ate my lunch
ants prevaricated
the birds poked
7
my eardrums with necessity
to move on, fly away to where
the weather’s warmer
and summer’s also here