Just Before the Clocks Strike Down

When I see clean frazzled
I think good nasty
Big buttons and floppy lapel

Bug glasses and front pockets
Loose wave and soft bounce

When I see small hands, small feet
Not child tiny
Delicate gloves and thin socks

Bony wristed and frail ankled
Solid heeled and fluff pelted

When in the world is big boy time?
Big girls and glossy glare
We can be frilly and sassy
Like cameras down low pointed up in the air

I also like sweaters
And cable knit in general
Glasses and puff hair
Flats and no socks

We can adventure together
Play safari and baritone
Fight over last cup of coffee
Drill down on personal finances

Just before the bomb goes off
There is a beautiful light
So firming for the cells
It makes bones of flesh
And flesh of bone
But looks like rock candy
And we are all rock stars
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4.19.12