Shudder to think

The hair pillow

Shudder to think
Veins and a rope
Gold hair wrung out
Laughing
From back of the sheep-shack, a high bleat hum
Veins map the hair pillow
Strung out
I'm sleeping
It's the kind of a nap, though, you don't wake from
Sky of gold
Pink and lazy in pond I lay
Take it slow
Drunk and crazy in a pond I lay
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