o finger fish

[the mingo]

o finger fish
flag my floor ! - comb my bee all the way
to its engine egg - take it to the oven
to the streets
where the blade in our berry
will drain the eye
the sun will come to our blanket
as we farm the feathers for face
goats will nerve our garden
and the lock at the gate
will be a map for the match monkey moon
that will come for the drum
and all the birds in our feet