September Struck I fancy you,
funny one
your giddiness so high
hyperactivity so fly
smile makes me smile
laugh makes me laugh,
clown,
there we have something mutual,
dye your hair blue and come bounce naked to
Esoteric Red,
a trip for your head,
so light
(though heavy on my lap)
it was always a delight
numbing my knees,
don’t we all just look like long-legged stalks of broccoli?