I woke up hungry
On Sunday arvo
And I had stars itching me
Around palms

Like violet petals
My hair zipped itself up
No, that was my cat pulling it constantly

Breath of meritorious air
Spunging summer

And cactuses
Yes, real cactuses
Have stung through galaxy of kneated childhood

And lace has forbiden melody and
All that is left is hunger on Sunday arvo.