headline poetry

I’ve come to pick the daisies
in your faivku meadows

you rill and you jig
a skip for a song
a wend in the wind
fingers fly

surfaces scatter
brilliant your shards
your reach to touch measured in leagues

you smear my stained
smile briskly in the soft crayon
melt of your heart drops

our glue swarm
binding bees and fleas alike
a shroud for the real syrup ride

my limbs flame flailing
in a vain cabaret
the heat cans scorch to touch

fanning for your attention
our loving swoon spoon
i want you to want me
ceaselessly seamlessly seriously

behold me standing obstinately
before your shadow’s tender gate

when my childish radge
smothers your need bleeding
scrap the sack for later

the daisies feed the binds of days