Dew You Drip

dew you drip
i catch
ewe, circular, plentiful mountain

dowse
under my leg
is a landing patch
for a helicopter
with a daisy painted on it

December made me compare
your ball of string
to my whirring sound lathe
and that wasn't right on

laying down
where the funnel cloud is going to kiss

i partially remember your sound
but now it makes me puke-sick

dew tea
today is full of must
a picnic with a rabid jackal
all day laughing at what the flies are doing
on the rotting meat

ewe rehearsed
ready to aspire
enclosed in paper wings
and shoved from the balcony
oh no
neck-first onto a taxpayer's neck
and paralysis
true love
headlines scream it
for dead eyes