turn inside out and shake it,

letting all the little dust bits sparkle bites
fall out
that were there tickling the insides
of your toenails and cowlicks.

my hair is all golden
no more blackness.

sometimes like straw
nothing like a roll in the hay!

time to tidy my room, so many bits of scatterers,,,
shelving is my friend that i havnt met yet..

where is the lion with you?