Oona

Like a swathe of flowers, your lace covered arms, disguise a family ruin, you glide between lovers, does the chemical farm, rock your tunes, creak you like a tower, swing you by the yard arm. stir lazy paint drums, do you brighten,bellow, fugue with alarm, at the absence of glue, a cow here and now, make you feel warm, dance light or blue, rage about you gather, an absence of charm, drugs are your cavern, rain washed barn.