a dance of twisted knots
where calligraphy –
always joins the dots

confetti at a joyous wedding
a brightly lit float
a welcome oar,
for a floundering boat

what if –
good people –
will always –
ideologically drown

i think you have been struggling
just a bit recently

sketches completed
when you are feeling dejected
try to write documents
so easily defeated

if i was young once more
i would cure,
my fear of doors

you may,
tumble down stairs
whistling traditional songs
your dreams
may not be made of gold

from the improbable cliff
eating lunch,
getting drunk,
on the heady delights of being liked