Feeding upon mushroom kisses
and magic's a thirst - inept...

Standing in the moment,
between the first settling snowflake...

Oh! Ten ton,
the bags of life...

Lurid tickles
of the red wine glass...

In a visionary second,
bloody eyes at pin- point pose...

Golden sands lay under foot
Picking up a pebble...

You tried to catch my smile,
as if it were attainable...

Silver spoon with a
Distinguished sheen...

Concepts protrude,
beyond the fruit bowl...

Those who argue with sheep
are shammyclad in basic black...

As beads scatter in a
Nonchalant manner...

A pearly button sat
on my scarlet, chipped fingernail...