No Time For Dillydally Pickens


going down to Berzerkaland
to find ourselves our Trollip
we found instead
a dead little lad
and a father

SheWithNoName had buried him
among the turnips and peas
he had no blood
he’d found no green
and a mother
slashed and raped

hightailing it back Noman’sland
gathering fire and water
we took a stand
a lightening bolt here
a flooding there
goodbye, Berzerkaland

welcome home, dear Lovelight
it’s all good
some days the rains come down
to wash our spiders out

out comes Love Sun
to dry up all the rain
so our cute little spiders
will up the spout again

good thing
we’ve learned
to ride
a geyser