Dedicated to Randy James Hoffman
Rose pedals swirl
incense wafts
peacock feathers tremble
to the resounding beat
of drums in the afternoon
smurfs play
and La La- Oosyies sip their milk
besides Zefs and pretty ponies
dragons and Twozies
from the wall a wolf howles
to the butterfly maiden
and blue moose
such is his cauldron of delights
a place where imagination reigns supreme
and Goddesses and angels
love to linger
the tip of the universe
pouring from his finger.