POEM TO A FEMALE PSYCH TECH

I laugh at your four-leaf clover skyscraper
With my bubble gum balls in storage

All 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