Wood-laden hornets swarmed the decks Through beseeched humors around the door Blowing circuses in frothy peppermint
They writhed drowning in simple lore.
In tired moments I sang its praises And flowery bonnets timed their plants Blindly tracing fluorescent snakes And buying cloaks in tortured rants.
Fortune smiled through whispered cries Predicting nine tremors, all artfully claimed I wandered blindly on floating billboards The portended memories in turquoise stained.