i don't know

maybe i could grow up, make
larger hands and shake
my baby teeth from the palms
of memory

maybe i could be
more serious, save more money
listen to the news and
grey silver faster

but i might rather
eat sugar beans
wear soft pyjamas
be read to

and scrape my knee
while trying to juggle

jello

falling through time

sometimes it feels like i am falling through time
and all the horse-shoes are clunking me
on the head
and all the bright ravens are dead

or dying with me

and
sometimes it feels like i am coiled like a black snake
suspended in some wild hypnotism, heated
while being slurped into the bottom of trouble

but whenever i am sullied there
i never underestimate
the muddied

trap-doors

polka-dot

some people are not very interesting
so i stare at

my polka-dots

little bees

little bees with little knees
hop around the middle of the table

confession

okay
i admit it

i once went home with
a musician
from a rock band

but he played
the
wheelbarrow

what would you have done!?

ice ring

i like wedding cakes

hey!

i like weddings
and if i were to get married

i would want a ring
made from a perfect

ice cube

the allure of lures

whether they are earrings or fishing lures
or eyes wide open
the allure of lures is in their

razzle dazzle

not their

lackluster