I laugh at your four-leaf clover skyscraper
With my bubble gum balls in storageAll the while, candles leaping elsewhere
I know by God they were
Some sugar-powdered French toast
And tangy guava colorings, sky
Run back this way some, sister
Stick-shifter, and rum
A piece of wax dotting brass
Like electronic blood on angels
SCA January 14, 1998