please wont somebody

please wont somebody

ease the candle easy

sense the light that weeps frankly

there she stood before me - there she.

I wafted after the master key, aye

she the mistress, she cried for more tea-cosy-tea

- - - -

the day lasted 'til afternoon

the distance carried to the moon's tea-spoon

the butcher raising the lamb to the sky

[mast-ro-naut] flaking the minstrly wooly sky-pie

stanza-ing on a pouum in vacuum tomb

of what do we speak, venerate

of whence do we come to praise

not high for fallen sky of bethlehem

around this time of year

hi-low

low-hi

same-. . . . . . . . difference

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

This poem is a great showcase of how your mind picks ideas like stars from the firmament and attaches them to the page.
My fave star:
the day lasted 'til afternoon
the distance carried to the moon's tea-spoon