Morning Babble

An oyster hides beneath the morning swell

a shell whose pearls will play a young girl's veil

in hailing paper green and mustached men

for when she hurls in orphaned cloistering

and swings from ring to ring on her left hand

through bands prepared for endless darling sweets

and sheets that will be dyed with morning breath

like bread will be ruined by perfect jam

who stamped itself on citrus-squealing tongues

and hummed a soggy song from gum to tooth

to prove a girl can stay in love ‘til dawn

and yawn into a familiar brew