Baby in a fur suit,
monkey on my back,
jolly rancher in my path –
don’t give me no flack.
My daemon is a stalker.
My avenger is a geek.
My heart is made of rose pulp,
but my mind is all greek.
Take me down
from this high shelf.
Roll me on the ground.
Holler at my silly self.
Merry merry
go round.
Call me names
in an alien tongue.
Tell me how we all
were flung,
like sparks
from a burning stick –
Ursprung!
How untwine
passion from love?
How confine that slippery dove?
How do you find
that mystery place?
Could it be
within that face?
No matter.
Cuz grace shimmies ‘n’
sprinkles jimmies
on my head.
