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.