R.A.D. Stainforth digs in...the poppies are a timely touch...
Find me, considering
specks of dust in the sunlight,
dug in, making daisy chains
dug in, making daisy chains
with innocent passersby,
placing thought-bombs
in the minefield of my notebook.
After a long, sexy pause,
wave a red flag to my white one,
point your digital turret-tufts,
set your sights radiant,
take me hostage,
ramble me with
a midnight mushroom.
tk/November 2012