Anna Fulford and I Write in Praise of Flam Chen Stilt-Walking Damsels

A tree-lined

stultifying mid-less

I took her by the hand

Was looking up, up and then

cloud drift sent us out beyond

just pushed everything sideways

and the building was no longer holding

I thought it would be hard to shake so many

stories, hard to eat with hoofs instead of hands.

To Whom of the Gemstone Brigands:

While you hoof your way, triangulating your faith,

I will enclose the Trifocal Motto for you to think on.

It’s the mono-chromatics that get me, and I can see

you feel almost the same. And it’s a wonder

you don’t take advantage of flexible displays.

I don’t mean to insist so, but a tagline

could be just what you need. Imagine:

all the people on the interstate and your one

exquisitely jewel-toned flashing bulb

making them shiver at the mere intimation of botany.