yellow contraption

we could put flowers 

in your hair

a dozen sunflowers

burning air

a yellow contraption 

is what the folk 

would make of you 

but fuck the folk

we could put violets

in your hair

small flowerlets

behind your ear

but who would know

and who would see

and we don't care

who who will be

a yellow contraption 

is what we'll make 

(and hope 

dear vertebrae

don't break)

bright lovely quake
and fuck the folk