Po'try

 
coffee spoons and tygers’ burning  
life is an idiot tale told      
fire’s seat, Vesuvio ally, the straight    
one-ten out of Compton    
Viking (k)night, on Globe-al stage    
Waste Land, Howl California Love    
    
with words that mean none    
trying to say what can’t be    
combined with pen in other words  
implying ideas that aren’t relating    
ideas which aren’t the ideas    
either we attempt to impart    
   
it is a rose red red-like    
or perhaps like fawns on hills    
or sea caves flowing    
all with life pressing    
gaze with opened mouth  
crying wordless illiterate love  
    
all want is for you turning    
your head your ears borrowing    
these words blessings find  
ways of heart shining    
you to this    
              one    
                 single  
                       thought  
   
                   ...full-filled...