you floss and hate
the candy and blood
and love tastes so sick
their eyes
are building mazes
because they war
cried for another,
a little world, been hated,
a little boy
the hip flies
slinging madness
the ticket part
be blonde someday
steaming catfish blonde
hauling the night
all grown up to hate that,
an old summer’s day
cool, job-rooted madmen
hot in the nile
shotgun the world
you’ve gone a-waving
in the city he kissed
my baby, I’ve seen him
a place too high
don’t be angles,
wave to windows,
a man protecting religion,
roaming over spaces
the land was feeling
such power in her hair
cover up the scars
I might cry, so I feel
as the sun in a play
