29 Mar

Ginger needs to stop winging, get a gun, and shoot her way outta dodge.

Buy a few ferrets, chickens and dogs and live on a farm

Or build a spaceship and go discover Qunangolia, the planet of marbles

Cause she lost all hers and it’s 4am

And the cats are climbing up the walls

And the alarm looks poised to explode as soon as the pillow’s filled

There is no way back from this, there are only two coffee granules in the house

It could be a plink-plink-fizz day ahead

Let’s hope it’s golden and smells of mown grass and bread

And a full armor of paint and sand.


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Posted by on March 29, 2012 in poem, poetry


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