It didn’t have to be baby blue
They don’t have to gambol in the sun
What’s that nailed to the tree
What’s this freshly dug grave

Walk where you haven’t before
Bag it bin it, dear hot bun (you ARE!)
Mine

Trees grow and flags fly however the
fuck they want. Oo!
Existential.
Anthropomorphic.
Flawed logic YEAH
yeah yeah, bunny baby
Fine

May a squirrel stare at a king,
a star
a nut
a shot glass, a tidal wave
a scar, a heart
It didn’t have to be blue, baby
Nail that to a tree
Dirt smells good and ripe
for me

-VC