When Pixies make Peace
(c) Singleton 2008
On Parade Soon
I wadded it all up,
the burnt orange sunflowered sheets,
the sandy cat hair littered kitchen floor,
the margarita glasses with the peeling
kissed your lips,
left salty tattoos
on your chin,
floating on the rim.
I packed it all up
and scooped it into yesterday,
an overstuffed pillow
tossed carelessly on the floor.
And in this pixie-ixie land I
I can't wait to have a pillow fight.....
To bonk you in the head with
"hey, I've got an idea"s
and your barbie doll suitcases stuffed to
to take you out at the knees
with all the "could've beens" and
in a heap,
carelessly tossed on the floor....