As I got to the dietitian
I go through a summer
Forest
Full of oranges
Then
As I get caught
In the forest
A lady with oranges in her hair
Comes
Gives me an orange
And says.
“This may help you!”

As the young woman
Sits in the Poppy field
Waiting
For her
Love to come.
She grows worried and sad.

So many crows
Looking for some bright
And shiney
As a white dove
Flies into their trap
They attack the dove
But it was its heart
That they wanted
Only one thing
The dove
Is calusted
From prepare attacks.

As the young woman
Goes to eat a rotten
Appracot
She thinks back to
Her encounter
With the
6th Dalai Lama
She thinks
Me princess.

A white fancy rat
Stargazing from its
Cage out side the
Window
Slips into a psychotropic
Dream
Where the
Land is full stars
Of all sizes
And all the
Colours of the rainbow
Or chakras.

The rebel woman
Carefully
Rubs her eyes
Careful not to ruin
Her war paint
The straight
Pink lines on her face
As she wakes up.

The none rebell...
Tattoos
Piercings
Hair
And gauges
Not for rebellion
But to keep her culture alive.
As she ****** her
Lollipop
With a sassy additude.

her dress is made of molten ore
silk against her springy skin
her eyes are pressured pebbles of summer core
nine hundred lives from wearing thin
the scarf she wound around her hips
softer than a lamb
the teeth behind upturned boat lips
smile graceful and pre-planned
she extends her long, slender wrist
coaxes us all into one mineral
a tender jewel, a pretty twist
worn until her funeral