(Here I took lines from old poems that I didn't much like...and took the best lines and added some others)
Whistling through your picturing and finding naught
thou picture, beside
figuring, knit caps, glasses
bees, love, bees.
Janis Joplin has a way of crooning to the beads
hung by the sandalwood candles
O Janis, mine own candle
is not sandalwood--I got it at the factory outlet
it smells vaguely of the hanging gardens.
I am following the red ribbon attached to my journal
belittle rain fills it up
here is my coffee, I meditate over the cup