Under moonlight drops and heavy
days,
where bells ring, aisle spring, tulip
basket fill–
gown bless’d by daisy milk.
If hands permit destiny's strings,
like ivory webs leaning thin…
cascadin’ lovey in pure
tender snow
upon our very soul
Screachly and
brittle like a befallen
canine ‘s yowl
Mouth’s agape
spittle with uneven vowels
Nearby dwellers stand
prevail, your voice
Reminds them of painful scowls
Rejoice – onlookers now balk,
globes bleed profound
Clamor they hear,
parchy is when they lear
Like chalk they stay in fear
Brains melt
into a fumin’ pot;
a smooshy starche'
Defen lobes; bequeath little
when nobody wants; returnin’ vows