Tower of Babble On II
©1992

Woman in my castle high Many caverns echo deep Water churning into cliffs Borne by thunder on the reef. Wind so stagnant in my mind Mustard fog of yellow soul Air so thick I cannot see Beyond my pointed little nose.

Horses fierce, they rape my tower No more dandelions for me Wave of shame at zero-hour Belly-up I am to thee. Soon I'll cast aside these shoes Worn beyond my size Escape on wings of pastel hues The fog clears from my eyes.