I downed a myosotis shot
and you came back bluer than before.
What at home should I do.
They don’t want me inside.
Trouble me a blue barley twist
twisted the right way. You know how he likes it.
And when all is said and done the five and ten set off
for the coast one afternoon and were never seen again.
Hey you know how
lonely I always am because of you.
Now you can chuck it.
Forget New York the monstrous hillocks
like patterns of behavior we never looked for.
Hey it was spooky the way they curved in,
climbing for another time if all was well
as surely it must be, Mom and Dad.
It was the wizard’s fault, that’s what I say.
