Wake up and turn over
A new leaf
A pastry filled with fruit
Hair through a comb

The sun warms the jelly
In my eyes

Awake to the taste
Of grass in my mouth

Hunted by goatees
And breakfast cereals
Smiling gun barrels
And warm sugar
My soul is in the trees
The body is a battle

Blinded by the lack
Of white flags

Conveyor belts of baby parts
And bullets
Highly funded hair pieces
Millionaires  hitting home runs

I’m craving another flavor
The spontaneous lick of a puppy
Growing old with someone
That morning light
Discovering
The love behind
The eyes

Electric boogaloo
Sneeking a peek of you
Laughing out loud
Femanine punk
Man child
A place for
Pieces to collide
And collect