like me

oh that breeze
snirking in and swuttering out
little sweet thing
not quite a thing like me

for sure there was a bit of magic
thwicked into a sunflower
and left on my porch
which, recently, has changed smell

oh that shiver
much crusticated and mustified
twitching my nightgown
as if i didn't know my aloneness

i come to think it thirsts, much like i do
against this wretchfull city
toward fragentious lands
and lost sweet lambous things