Golden Dreads

Finally one of the crystals fell out

Like the tooth fairy awaiting a new tooth to sprout

I smell curdled milk screaming like a freak

The fact that I even know that makes me a milk geek

Or maybe I’m more milky

Like the snow that hasn’t yet fallen

But who am I kidding

Like something grey that used to be golden

Gon’ get myself a spindle

‘n’ weave me some gold thread

Wrap it through my hair

I’ve always wanted dreads

And from the midst of my iPhone

Appears the ultimate stranger

Warning signals are going off

Alarm bells are ringing out

Danger

Danger

Danger.