night after night, I'm sitting here writing these little pomes, honing & polishing them until I finally have a masterpiece worthy of my santee

Pome for CapriUni

I prefer earth-toned jewelry
And yes I do revel in the charade of this elan
things are not always as they appear
Yes, but only backwards with the olives in my flan.

Desire is the root of all sorrow
Dulcimer! Away, gnat-like heavens! You mourn too plaintively!
Summer burns on, and their insanity grows.
For swearing souls, curse them and beat them lively