dandelion's den

devour me wishing skull.
where all my eye lashes go to crack concrete.
my face has trick ribbons & zippers.
a secret pocket where i hide 
the extra glass eye. let's play marbles.
let's go out & talk to the lions.
dormant roots. the roar 
of the coleseum in my bedroom.
sleep for me is like a bowl of ice cream.
gone & gone & trying to taste
the last bits of cream. cold spoon. 
i dream of sleeping next to you. i dream
of our house made of lion bones.
i walk out into the yard 
to watch the lions order pizza.
do you remember when the sun
was boiling oil? we dipped out hands inside
& came out with blooming onions.
the fairs are coming to town
& we will be able to live off 
neon lights. i love to tame them.
pop off their heads with the flick 
of my thumb. lion skull. pizza arriving 
without a driver. we ate & are eaten.
small bites taken from legs 
& ankles. the lions are hungry & so 
are we. a water wheel of feeding.
potato chip moon. porch light 
grinning with too many teeth.
i pick you a bouquet of lions 
& tell you i cannot stop thinking of you.
my mind is a bingo tumbler
full of eyes. each one i pluck out
is my mania. god please 
let the day not end so soon.