Verna Cannon Little Mice And Rabbits
who knew you could turn left on this road? who knew there
was water back here all along? i've been here seventeen
years i'm hoping you could prove me wrong stumbling upon
such a clever scene you and your sister's secret
language, between you and me, was a fresher breath of air
than i felt on the bridge out there but beauty and poetry
look suspect when churned out like so many sausages you
had your eye on the prize the artistic life, scribbling
lines you had to know that it was scrawl mastered
cigarettes and alcohol but you still couldn't draw giving
birth to little mice and rabbits when what you wanted was
a child could you upbraid a boy for dreaming when he is
so passionate? oh, why not be a procrastinating
perfectionist and never let anyone peek when you don't do
anything you can't mess anything up do i owe this to
myself or do i owe it to my mom would you upbraid a girl
for sleeping? that's when i do my best dreaming do the
ones who end up famous make time for staring at the wall?
would you upbraid a girl for sleeping?it's usually not my
fault