The Floor Is Yours

My chicken pox hotel your machine gun pointillism My bamboo branch severed but nimble name in the air of two alphabets Picassos in bull-light routine Your mantis welded on a pole with a spiral staircase my romance between pillager and villager timed & timely intensity inversely proportional to frequency the chickadees in my voice the thrush in your mouth our polymers of I skipping their archipelago stones Your touchscreen my ringtone heart Your mahogany gift bag puffed with confetti my songs to appear as gauze for a new island