Silver patterns
on supple arms...

I started my day
by trying to dust the ink dots...

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

Concepts protrude,
beyond the fruit bowl...

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

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

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

As beads scatter in a
Nonchalant manner...

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

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

Lurid tickles
of the red wine glass...

Silver spoon with a
Distinguished sheen...