PEACH BELLINI

Your Will-o'-the-wisp is a bonfire
In love with Blue Cheese and phantom magma
serving a dark god with a bright tuba
To bellow your preposterous-
ostensibly...

With Bass.

Now the virtues of your spectrum are apparent
but not Canon. Too many wide roads and fat flats
to span an incite, let alone the length of a Wrong-
doing Wrong the Right Way.
For thine is the Kingdom, abdicating the Terrain
that falls
like No.

But still, the pondering continues unabated.
never blinking. Keen in The Wheel…
like a round thing squaring off with a curious cube.
in the form of a post-it note
from an Arsonist

with a star in his pocket
and your Signature-

down pat.