He was hopelessly hopeful,
Left home with a boat full
Of sunniest rays
That kept him quite floatful
On a sea of dreadful dismay.

He was hopelessly hopeful
In a way that was boastful
To the foolish fear of the day,
So much that even the ghostful
Found rainbow growing into their gray.

He was hopelessly hopeful,
A fine treasure most toastful
For many a seed still in clay.
He was hopelessly hopeful
I’m haplessly happy to say.

(Read part I and part II.)

So you’re the beastly boss?
You worked up to the top?
You scared and chased and lost
It all to run the ops.
All you cut now is costs
And tend the beast box shop.
They tell you cash is king,
I say king don’t beat beast.
Lift your long lifeless wings,
Wake hackles from their peace,
Rip out a roar that rings
That beasts are not for lease!
Go open every box!
Free every beast that’s here!
Let stand now no more locks
To keep in beastly fears!
I’ve cancelled all your talks!
The beast has reappeared!

Illustrated by DALL-E in the style of William Blake.

It’s a tricky thing when you’re a wish come true.

The stars are always watching you.
Fish learn to fly for just a view.
Trouble wants you in its zoo.
Joy jumps in as a clue
To the special kind of brew
Of one among the wished up crew.

What a wonder to be a wish come true!
Tell me what it’s like.

The difference between
Is the difference I need
More than the difference beyond.
It’s the difference I mean
When speaking of deed
In acts long done and gone.
The ages of queens
Rose on the seeds
Of a restless, sailing dawn.
Seas of grudgeable greens
Saw all their waves freed
To splash on and on and on.
The difference between
Is the difference I need
More than the difference beyond.

There was an old saint of October
Who invited Halloween over,
For thirty long days
He heaped highest praise
Trying to win Halloween for October.

But Halloween is not easily won,
It demands a frightening hunt,
So that saint donned a mask
With horn, tusk and a task
To capture that holiday haunt.

He trapped Halloween in a pumpkin
And every year since then someone
Must cut it out
With a curdling shout,
Carving a grumpy, grim or glum grin.

“A cookie jar’s not safe enough
To keep these hungry people out!
We need a smart and clever jar,”
Plum said, with something in her mouth.

Trill pulled on his tongue
Till his thoughts were sprung
And running along beside him

So his half head
Had room instead
For the whole sky and a wide whim

That came from the east
To fill on the feast
His thoughts had won for all

Then sank in the west
Of Trill’s open chest,
His heart gone for one more brawl

With the toes of his feet
Who’d suffer defeat
For where their soul would go

So long as it meant
Wherever Trill went
He went there full and whole.

People light a candle
To find their way in the dark,
To get a handle
On the hidden with a spark.

People light a can’tdle
To hide the world around them,
To focus on the channel
Into their own brain stem.

Can’t is as good as can
Depending where you need to go,
Your mission may be grand
Or only something you need know.

“It’s purplefect!” Loom liked to say
Of the enticing things
Found day-to-day

That might not have been fit for kings
But fit her purplefect array
Like a six fingered glove

On a five fingered hand,
Perfect with an extra bit to love,
Perfect with something unplanned,

Perfect with more in between
That might not be in much demand
But to Loom was purplefectly seen.

A boy sat with a snake
Who wiggled awake
And promised not to bite.

They slithered together
Whatever the weather
Whether day or night.

This snake sat with that boy
Who rattled with joy
At the scaly sight

Of a friend with a fang
Who carefully sang,
“My friend, you’re my kite,

Pulling my eyes
High to the skies
Till I find myself in flight!”

The boy returned
With a grin well earned,
“My friend, you’re too right!

I fly for you
And we’ll win a view
At some new, wonderful height!”

They slithered together,
Two snakes of a feather
From cloud to cloudy delight.