union square 25

i've returned to my perch with the pigeons
two years and life is but a dream
i keep them in this time, my thoughts
fall to the way he suddenly appeared
and just the same then gone
but these squirrels distract me
just put another fist in my heart
someday it could be so hard it breaks someone's hand
thoughts and smiles return
to the sweet jester
the trouble with a little t
and the way sometimes i watch his eyes smiling
and think about kissing him again
i think very inappropriate thoughts
which already cooked our goose a year gone by
i am finally running out of miss
never thought i could
and i watch a pretty mama
and am thankful for shoes today
am thankful for my sisters
and i think it is funny that they keep the grass in this park behind bars
i am as old as time, my t-shirt may be older
i want to wear it everyday
we are so jumpy that the raindrops make us flinch
i've got plenty of work to do
sunday afternoon and the squirrels are nuts
union square 22, 23, 24, 25
i feel them coming and am not so sure
i am amazed at my emotional bootcamp
at my speedy recovery and the death of my love,
the farewell of my tears
"Don't fuck with me" is the banner across this miss
everyone falls apart
i am the queen.