Little chants today: his positive diamond
puppy says vibration friendly warms, pleases.
He juiced rainbow’s purplest world ‘til
laughter cried sunshine. Said Good: “Stop.”
Was our picture’s wonder alive to
give her moon no peach shadow?
Than today, over these, blood could –
would – will dew through my feet.
— created by your humble genius, via magpo.com
Some smoke from a cake —
more steam than icing —
clouds a cat.
Some grass became pie
under dark candy-bugs.
A breeze tree, a growl in the belly,
is a smile on porcelain, or
a window with a heart.
Caramel and coffee with fish
make dirt, an eye, and a cup.
Candy glass:
my brother in sky;
a cat IS a cloud
[Written 2013 Nov. 4 using magpo.com. As I was playing around, a process idea came along: use no verbs, pick only concrete nouns – though some got used as adjectives and as figurative language]
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