motion over a wick

In winter
It will warm you
In summer
It will charm you
Come see for yourself
My crystal marmalade
I’ve carried gifts too


I’ll be your
Boy lover
You can
Be my child wife
When you’ve had
Enough of your
Mother’s work
Or if the teacher
Scolds you
And if you’re done
With the boys
Pulling your hair
And the girls bore you
You can come
play with me
I’ll be roaming
the dusty roads waiting
a vagabond on dusty feet
or dangling my legs
on the branch
leaning into the lake
you can tiptoe behind
and push me in





These are signs
I know one day
I’ll skid across the kerb
Over to the other lane
Where the traffic is
Chiefly trucks
Separated by some
Daily variable time
Now where will i
Save myself in the
Time I have
In the last wait
Will be a realization of eternity
you ask me do I know this
what chances I’d hazard
How long that wait was
When it ended
Much more I can’t say