Cupcakes and Jungle Cats
What happened to the rain,
those warming rains of long ago
when every drop of silver
would surely turn to gold.
They must've dried upon...a dead mother's pyre.
It's a lame excuse to sip cups of blue and indefinitely swallow fire.
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...
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