Why So Crookee?

I am the Cyprean woman only stay up late
the over frizzled brain lights up like a grate
Engaging the stars and replacing the ceiling
hands walk before ready for crooking

Why so crooky?

In the baskabin squelch hens are clickin'
on the hinges the rust waits for rusting
finger bones cut twixt lid and garter
rust is friendly turn the eggs to me over

Why so crooky??

Well some would say he's dead mind hungered
never ate in his short troubled life
others say he just wants to end blind in the night
all this crooky leaves me with grumbles far behind

Why so crooky???

And I move the dip of a shifty shadow
from foot to frog to skinny toe icicle nail
nosey-rosey sneaky-petey, pleasant competition
any mind I share is gardened by inhumans
Handing my actions over to a whistle wind
How can a blowing seed sit back with maps and determine

Why so crooky???? Why indeed.