Little lady
tiny bones
black leather
hopeless words
I hear so many voices
I have so many sons
I lost my mind at all
Joline is sad
she has no home
I wish I were Jesus
with my dirty beard
and my dirty clothes
I wish I were a happy Unicorne
jumping and crumbling the hoots
out of the clutches of sadness
Joline is empty
she has no blood
I wish I were special
so the little ladies
could foal my sons.
Scott Blake
