My sister had a nursery rhyme
Set of figurines
Shed often let me play with them id
Set em up in different scenes
Fifty plastic army men, led by superman
Destroyed the ranks of mother goose
Mary and her little

Lamb slips away and catches
Sister getting real
And I can too, as long as I dont
Make a sound

When we were real we were in love
With everone and everything, I guess it
Was the beauty of
Bluebird clears his throat of phlegm
And static singing operatic
Evening comes, and the butterflies are
Bats eat the spider that had saddled up
Beside her
And the dish, his lovin spoon were
Never found
And Im taking flight seeking relief, the
Lure of handkerchief so white
I chase it straight into the ground