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