Her Head Is Full of Poems

Imitating Blake

Clamoring for breath
With the roaring
Lions of lament
My voice modest
Valiant as a violet
Burst through
Marvelous as mud
Of ancient creek beds
A tremulous tempest
Boils blooms trailing
Tears gold green hue—
Rhythm of petals and
Learning to imitate
Blake’s boisterous
Blasphemy radiates
Lions of Zion in turquoise
Torment the royal inner
Lesions Lawrence—
Purple Tornado’s deep
Lineaments of desire
Gratified.