Cups and Saucers
o', you borrowed | a line
from Art House | the colour
several shades | of darkness
of hues emanating | radiation
leaks and droplets | burning images
you supply | cups and saucers
generalisations | with pretty filigree
and encounter | gold riddles
etched in time | unruffled by cause
and effectively | placed to pasture
you tighten your noose | around your neck
and jump | stretching your existence.
