Beg heaven, rattle the right side
of my curly brain ….
call forth potent words, wild phrases
that scare wiley foxes from the bushes.
Abstract clattering rolls like marbles
on dark staircase.
My grounded ear detects wild horses
on red-carpeted horizons.
Star-ladder pulls me left and right
too tall to balance ….
like a staggering drunk on the highest rung,
I swoon in dizzy circles.
Butterfly net in one hand,
apple picker in the other ….
my catching tools extended
to the Gods of verse
I capture silent air and scream!
“Throw a line! Shoot profound expression
through my poets pen!
Water the thirsty camels
before I fall from grace
and drink the ink !!”