A Daffodil Poem dedicated to Billy Collins (prejudices)

Wandering lonely in a cloud
of Marijuana, an old
motor, Lola on
the screen-door 
covering the shitty
hung cicadas
-  miserable
psychic condition -
swatting the chevy ones - back
in Mozambique where
Grandpa fucked - “HER”
giving birth to Mom’s
love for a “dandyLeon”
(that’s me
and my cloudy zodiac)

in love for the Swedish
scene-chick - in reverse 

- off subtle-titles -
(that's your line Billy, please
move UPWORDS to the title)