The Skirt

The first thing I saw

Was a flying skirt

A skirt in the wind

All my thoughts subvert

The skirt had legs

The skirt was green

I chose a name

Skirt’s name was Jean

The skirt was long and it was short

The skirt was wet, and it was warm

The sun was out, the clouds came in

Inside my core a brewing storm

The skirt… the skirt…

The skirt was deaf, it had gorgeous eyes

The skirt could talk

The skirt breathes dew, and a man, yes… dies