Pin Up

We are going on a bicycle ride
Prick up your hair
Pin back your skin

You dropped the keys
Such a silly mistake

The reply was short
Left in a tray
It made us feel quite quarrelsome

I will carry an opiate bloom
Pretty and dead
As my wedding bouquet 

I keep dark safer than you
A neat little row
Like the hem of a dress
Pinning us together 

My reply was liberal
Left like a message under stone
It made me feel quite happy

Let’s eat blue ice cream laced in liquor under the sun
Stay a while in the alley
It is cool 
Laced profane delicious

There are dragons on the roof 
And fairies in the fire

I don't like her
The fury cleaner 
Dust and cheese in the pie

Cleaners destroy all evidence
Metal or flesh or souls 

The days are long 
The windows  gone

Girls have shields
Boys have swords

Nobody beats time

We are going on a bicycle ride
Prick up your hair
Pin back your skin

You dropped the keys
Such a silly mistake

Now I will lock myself out.