Creeps in my sickness

You are the sickness that creeps in my mind
delicacy
hanging from my shoelaces
aglet
wicked on the tarnished road
pressing of a nature
scream me a fertile song
from your burning birch tree
count me a colorful crime
i couldn’t count on you
banging on the bird cage walls
without your water a shade of absolute blue
your perfume smells like postage mail
pay me a parcel with red and black stripes
sinking eyelids roughed up in the alley
sleep on the floor
trash house tease
scalping halos off
chain me a bicycle with a broken yellow light again