Cupcakes and Jungle Cats

what happened to the rain, warm rains of long ago when every drop of copper would surely turn to gold- they must've dried upon...a dead mothers pyre but its a lame excuse to sip cups of blue... indefinately-completely what happened to the ribbons, bright ribbons of long ago when we licked snowflakes like sweet cupcakes and tunneled through the silky snow, they must've drifted beyond the hills into valleys of swizzle stick and bouncy pill.. numb to this-numbing to that trying to keep a steady soul in a spinning bowl of jungle cats. what happened to the...