Candy Confidential
–What time is it?
—Who’s asking?
To True A Wheel
I ran my bicycle smack dab into the backend of a parked Buick once
Mari’s Shoestring
Mari, Mari the stars have gone out!
Please send us a thread…
Floaties
Stars upon our lake of silver plait
Stars * * Spinning * Spinning
Refletched & Reloaded
Went shootin’ carp in the park with Cupid. O, Musie, what fun!
Burpin’ Dragons
I stand shining with Milne on this one.
Dearest Vestina,
A word with no twig is a bird.
#PoetryFactory
Would it be more profitable
To be a painter paid by the word
Or a poet paid by the pound?
Deuce Ex Machina
…And my inner child’s none too sparky about it neither but I went to write my grandfather a letter last week and Candy is down, shamefully, down due to neglect.
The Locksmith
You said, Moonboots & spacesuits
ain’t never made a man— True, however
Nia said, Whosoever would be, alas,
done already had at least one
Muse clad in cowboy boots n’ denim