Everyday (A hey, a hey hey)

Outside I see colors. Starting from my right are iris, clementine and ruby. (Colors.) They attract me. I fall out my window. I gather myself and look at the colors. A giant palm is not so threatening for I discover if I stand, I am taller. I find there are many colors and I take off from time to time.

Strawberries (God's light shines upon you)

Hope multiplies and you can rest assure that your world (the world) will be buoyed up. And the needle is soft and lovely. But also, know what's good for you.

Do not be a fool.
Do not be a fool.

Smile, because you are aware. I shall lay down on this good earth, for its surface is soothing.

Feather-plucking

I hide behind the tall tree. I shall claim it as my adult neck. the Scarecrow grins and I continue climbing up. Up the ladder. I am pleased about my nailing the hook and the ladder on the tree. Children are worth much all the time. I am sitting in the park. (I am old.) I am watching ducks, watching little babies rise up. I take off my lips and jump from the tall tree. I am having difficulty telling apart children from ducks. The sprinkler turns on, and I am cold (and scared). I am a baby again, rocking, cradled in the arms of the Scarecrow. And the grin on its face. Scratches on my face. I can smell myself—good, sanitary, replete. I begin to eat my hands, but I cannot. I vomit. I try to eat my hands again, but I cannot. I vomit. I try to eat my hands again, but I cannot. I vomit. I try to eat my hands again, but I cannot. I vomit.

When I do not want this any longer, I say no to the Scarecrow. I dismantle him and sweep the dried clover into the barn. I want to burn it, but I do not have a lighter. I climb higher.