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.
