Doorways full of Frieda Kahlo’s

Extravagant waterfalls
Doorways full of Frieda Kahlo’s
Swiss clock logic
“they put what?where?”
Arrange your story
Make sense
Tongue reads room
Ears insist
Banquet is down
The brawls begin.

Maybe sexy unicorn lady change mood?

“If I drink from your skull
We’ll know what way
This has all gone.”

I swing close
Then far
Repeat
Repeat
The poor girl – she’s lost all her ribbons
Gone bare
Even in winter
No fair going fellow
Gifts silk to hide shame
-his-
She don’t give a fuck
She’s got doorways full.

Nanabush P2022