My Little Lips

 

I knitted a handle for the cup
That's not all that I fixed up
chest high long john slips
Socks lace cow doll and stirrup

  

My fingernail bust off it happens now and again
I knit up a body to slap around
It's a curse to cass weighed sing

  

There are complex words hung around
to educate all and when I knit the heavens come down
and give me a run around
the country snapping my eye like
the string was road river the lake

  
glistening fish with hooks in my eyelids
throwing me into the boat along side the
pin-point stars who wink tears and loosen
my fingers and throat. The slap doll I		  
give a name the last name as myself
it begins to cuss for me too looking
down from its shelf, I look up
it looks down cold look in its eyes		  

I knit blankets onto that stare more
the cloth settles from shelf high
I made a throne and knit the doll on
upright those little lips educate cuss

  
and invent new loud gripes swirl cave
of yarn the sheep some freeze bare
I hope up and down at the sight for in
the center of it all at the end of the		  
hall my little lips hang in white yarn
sunlight! they sat shit ass pig eating mud
suck the hair off bear's butt bollweevel stew
horse shit too and bramble cross eel fucking
slut straw apple brush dimmed by tail lifted up