The Hair Pillow

Veins and a rope 
Gold hair wrung out
Laughing
From back of the sheep-shack, a high bleat hum
Veins map the hair pillow 
Strung out 
I'm sleeping 
It's the kind of a nap, though, you don't wake from 
Sky of gold
Pink and lazy in pond I lay 
Take it slow
Drunk and crazy in a pond I lay