The sweetpeas, pale diapers
Of pink and powder blue, are flags
Of a water color republic.

Kowabunga! The amoeba was
                                                  mountainous.
Venusian burgers were sailing out

My wife’s recipe for a fairy:
Put buttercup pollen
And a canary feather

Conversation

words=canned reasoning

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Grammar tells us

“Believing something will happen 
        Because I don’t want it to 
And that some other thing won’t 

After the sponge bath
Spice cake and coffee
In a sky blue china cup

I like breathing better than work
but strange is the meat
when it is yanked out of the sky

Light spray over a daisy chain of days.
Many wives, brought on rocking boats,
Dissolve in one loved damsel.

Everything turns into tape. It (check one)
        puts the multiples on a loop     (1)
        reduces all numbers to one       (2)

The green world thinks the sun
Into one flower, then outraces
It to the sea in sunken pipes.