wenduloc

new cloud, new name,
be crass and treasure
the sound of the mailman
as he whistles his
alopecic tune.

new face, new hate
be calm and sedate
your eyeshadow-lily gets
chased
around the pool
by girls and lagoons and
evanescing psy-violet balloons

new dance, fake hips
come out with savage hands
that burst like butterflies
and tear up the sky that nests
in your hair.

new night, new morn
be coarse, lovelorn
shellshocked hairline of a
princess tips martinis back
into the dip of her dress

oh, yes,
a mess
on that silly yellow dress.