Baby burn your
Cardboard dreams
And put your heart
On a popsicle stick
Why don’t you plant
Some vodka trees
Try and fill these
Miles between
Maybe buy
A time machine
Or fly to the moon
For a slice of cheese
Baby grow up
I’m tired of you
Peaches and cream
Won’t go with blue
Jerry said,
September 24, 2009 at 4:24 pm
Never will you drag my childlike-ness out of me, female! Impossible! I will not go peacefully!
I need at least a few decades before I’m ready to stop believing in Santa Claus.
Delilah said,
September 24, 2009 at 4:29 pm
sigh. drama queen.
Angel said,
September 24, 2009 at 5:59 pm
I really like this…
Great lullaby!
St. Fallen said,
September 24, 2009 at 6:07 pm
Sha. This could be a song (:
Delilah said,
September 24, 2009 at 6:30 pm
Angel, thank you
Fallen, uh-huh
St. Fallen said,
September 25, 2009 at 12:34 am
*sings*
you listen to Emiliana Torrini?
Delilah said,
September 25, 2009 at 12:43 am
nope never heard this. but i love the bob dylan baby blue.
Makuluwo said,
September 24, 2009 at 9:38 pm
Ooh very jazz-song-ey vibes to it. Nize.
PseudoRandom said,
September 24, 2009 at 11:30 pm
I wish these posts had those ‘mark as favourite’ thingies
Delilah said,
September 25, 2009 at 12:44 am
Maks, thank you!
PR, awww
Jack Point said,
September 25, 2009 at 9:58 am
Good poem.
Dee said,
September 25, 2009 at 5:57 pm
wow
Delilah said,
September 28, 2009 at 3:51 pm
Jack & Dee, Thank you