trickling braids-down-our-backs
no plant blocking sunlight
plugging lungs
licking egg-whites
lined up linoleum
lotion with lanolin stolen from lambs
lion-gold tresses dirtied yellow at the ends
(and I long for softrounded
pencil chalk draw-
ings oozing out ink
ink bred from sin)
dull knife pulling hand
slick snick-snaring mayonnaise
matching up with our very own teeth
we slept willy nilly king
-style medley up our dreams
with oil etchings
carving sweet ninoryck
(and it was a good breakfast
to be had at morning 12
knowing like the moon did
that for a dance of wheels
a crown may glow)
