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.

The Burrow King (A Bird's Lament)

The burrow king is more alive than others. A rabbit emerges from its burrow. It's a rabbit no more. A seabird emerges from its burrow and flys off. Off goes the seabird. Sparkles cover the sky and the heart is pure. (There are no victims in our minds.) The lady is petting my snow leopard. I tell her to move politely. She hears bells. I grab her by the ears and take her away. The sunshine is good on me. I am thinking like a baby again. And your soft skin is good. I bite it. Each bite, seabirds hatch. I want nothing to do with the eggshells. I dismember my old ways and watch seabirds pile up like beggars.

She floats

She severs her insecurities.

Joan Miró

Things beautifully falling. Miró. Take me on a journey across the sky. Everything I've ever known, everything I'll never know, the results are the same, both sad and magnificent. That's why I'm drinking. (and you are happy.) did you know I'm deaf? Of course you did. That's the reason I married you. Do you see what I see? It's all beautifully falling. And I was the instigator. And I'm first to go. (I hold her closely but do not breath her in for the fear of becoming like my father. She took photos of a dead skunk today on the way to school. I waited in the car as she took the photos. She smelled absolutely beautiful. And there are no lies. I have heard rumors of flight. Money. Pocket. How old are you? I'm thirty dirty. (Do not listen to the rhyme.) I clip her wings. I love her. I think I can fly. Do you? Worries have wings.