Lonely Cat Anthology

Cornflower Dew and the Beckoning they Sprinkle

Cornflower Dew and the Beckoning they Sprinkle

In a world of graphite coloured plants

And paper cups as shoes

Were cities in balloons of silk

As worms were now crow shoes

Picks were often square and sharp

And guitars were all quintuple necked

And all the rivers had no carp

Unstallingly, we trekked

And sometimes he cries

Just to see what it’s like

To have your makeup running

To have your makeup running

Trenching, drenching in spiderman gumboots

The hand of death was ripping up tree roots

They contemplated babies and names like “Isaac”

The teachers were missing all of their thumbtacks

And when he cries,

I feel all the lies

Drip into my veins,

Rendering me sane

And the chemicals,

That the dolphins like

Have made my sugar hype

Crazed and spiked

And sometimes he cries

Just to see what it’s like

To have your makeup running

To have your makeup running

Trenching, drenching in spiderman gumboots

The hand of death was ripping up tree roots

They contemplated babies and names like “Isaac”

The teachers were missing all of their thumbtacks

Take the boy,

He can’t fit in the wardrobe

Come deploy,

Poor little, little, claustrophobe