They called her Wendy Time
a gleeful wretch
O, friend of mine

Sat upon walls not meant
for perching,
to observe the dark birds
and listen for their foresight

in a societal funk of
acceptance and mud

Judge me now, oh
generous one
and with these hands,
do milk what needs
milking
whilst we sew on though
the night

Making socks of her
eyes
so that we can see
where she's going
in the dark
Then play "spin the heart"
and see who gets lucky

03/02/2009

Author's Note: I'm the only guy in the room.

Posted on 03/02/2009
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