Entrenched

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

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