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 !!”