hey lily

Miss Muffet

Purée'd Rubbish

Queen Mary gave birth
to all mice and no mirth
and dropped her sweet head
on the bulldozer's girth.

So it happened to pass
when the boy got the lash
the clouds uttered nonsense
of God's holy wrath.

It stirred me awake
and I was culled from my bed
as a shelf full of piggy banks
fell 'pon my head.

And the little girl's prayer,
all pickled with lace,
There's no breakfast for me
No sausage, no eggs -

It's tepid tap water,
and soggy cornflakes.

White Violets

Let me take you down to the lonely field,
where silence has replaced despair
with little black-lace underwear,
And all of love is built on dreams,
and found in magazines.