“Wave Your Hair”
These songs are for you
and you wave your hair,
in deeply unsettled joy
in scattered joy
a scream of ice enjoy
face to face with antelopes,
antlers, beer foam
dinosaurs to peer back from mirrors
and all your poetry is dead
top hats in midnight naps
of ghostcandle,
if this is mean enough for you in custard
we were harmed in cat’s claws
bruised knees and clothesline
come with us to rolling groves
and ropes above swimming holes
there are pallbearers happier than you
in cute communication
if there is compliance in death
wisdom will never be complacent
if poetry was kissing you.
nicholauspatnaude 