Tuesday, 28 July 2009

What do they want from us?

When I grow up I want to be
the clip that holds your hair back
and when you ride your bike you won't go off track.

When I am grown I wish to be
the foam that rides upon the sea
fizzing with the joy of speed, loose and free.

When I am older I want to be
the raspberry juice that dribbles down your vampire face,
the tumbling drips your tongue will chase.

Why must they lasso my innards to a chair
and say, you'll make a good banker, now sit there?


Vodka Mom said...


LOVED it...

po said...


SonnyVsDan said...

i never saw that foam on the sea as a pretty thing before..

Damaria Senne said...

I love this. especially teh last para about lassoing your innards .

hester said...

I'm loving this poem! When I am grown, I want to be the fluff on the dandelion... oh wait. not quite the same feel. Let me think on it some more.