hatmaker

hat makers maker
baked a red cake
and Ptolomy said
no men can fake
what it takes
to be felt

"...eellllvis..."
sandras bee
buzzed
back to see
a call in pursuit
of light years root
and so he greased
Olivia's loot

"quick
in silver boots"
the color of green
grew fast in scene
a background static
of all that's been

"sweet"
is the draw of one
a desert rose
on a crystal form
the men of this place
misplaced when born

feathers in a cap
crimson bound
sting of a heart
coincidence found