Pen for me a fountain—
a watercolor vessel,
a cartoon cat crescendo
in a jigsaw sparrow wrestle,
a crinkled sitar interlude—
an arching escapade,
a peeling potion scissored
in a scamper marinade,
pen for me a fountain—
an icicle precession,
a stream of marching embers
in a hanging straw confession,
atomic sitar deserts—
a clustered cactus folly,
a rustling herd of thunder
in a lashing sodden jolly,
pen for me a fountain—
a pollen mist regatta,
a wilderness of chapters—
a jangling limpet harbor,
in a lather tip toe tapestry
of waterfall finesse,
the curdled voodoo violins
embroider to undress,
pen for me a fountain—
a valley storm quintet,
a fluttered feather dalliance—
a dewdrop jelly set,
like alphabetic ribbons—
a starry stitch amok,
in a lampooned ocean lullaby
the phoenix patterns flock.
Grey Sparrow Journal 