Hand-carved Shells and Fashion Bombs

The plight 

of the sleeping Djin

was abandoned 

by wonder.

The polished

floor glittered sweet

with scarlet drops

of liquid rose.

If the skies 

had opened 

just a little bit wider 

the ships 

would have fallen

from side to side.

But in the down time

of this open kitsch

one could hear 

ancient feet
clap across the bridge.

Morning song

Around the bend

a songbird sings

and the pigeons

grumble low...

while a hollow stick

with a lighted wick

smokes early

in the 

morning glow.

A silent man

begins to speak

his yellow hands 

tremble...

Beggars assemble

and start to sweep...

(a black hole 

had leaked

and left a streak)

while a burning star

just grumbled.

A grunting sound

begins to peak

and a few doorbells

seemed to freak...

The little babies

who were dreaming deep

began to cry and shriek.

Vapor

from the teacup

rose inside the cusp

around a little blizzard

that shouted at the wizard....

Pleased with

it's self

the colored

sparrow fled

into the blue skies

splattered with

new clouds...
And all was well,
so simple and proud.