The Sunflowers

We’re the rebels in your backyard
stealing
your sweet-smelling clean closet.

Off they come from that clothesline
and
we’re takin’ ’em from your hills hoists.

See us as we fuck with your day while breaking
a beat or two as we dance and move.

There’s nowhere for you to hide your
fresh
sun-kissed clothes as we pack ’em up.

We’re the morning fresh sunflowers
and
switchblades of the badass suburbs.