The Poet’s Laughter

Dims-full daisy,

Make me easy,

And all will feel surreal

And all will be expected.

Trash me in elegance,

And my excellence will be in sparse,

In waves of communications,

And wavelengths of love,

Do I work,

And laughter and joy and spontaneity,

Comes to me in few,

But do I love it,

When I open up a new,

Letter, message, or text

Parchment alone, makes me go crazy

And all I will either into the world,

Is my joy of keys.