Shirley Left a shout out On her way to the hospital. Contractions started a gun fired overhead and she ducked her head and prayed to God. I'll MAKE it right I'M gonnna fight Stormy neighborhood. I know I said I'd fight but I can't. And then Mr. Nice Guy guy swabbed forehead in the ambulance Jazz filled her head. Had no time to dance not now not right now As life was about to begin And for what?! And for what? Before the next line Shirley threw her head back with a long, throaty laugh And a certain guile. certain.
She laughed and laughed Her life cut in half. Shirley had a young life filled w/jumprope and penny candy w/her family her mom, 2 brothers and a step dad who was shady
Whne Shirley went to bed that nite 12 months ago she lay back on a bed that had it's frame made of wood found from outside. Odd pieces of wood but together they made a bed. A place to rest and stop thinking. The bed was banged together with 6 different kinds of nails all also found outside. The legs were short and one had a book underneath it. The mattress was stuffed w/clothes from people she'd never met, the clothes were found outside. Pummeled into shape and molded into place by a few years of trying to sleep. When she could.
If I could sleep If I could sleep I could dance I could dance I could prance. I could tie up some flowers Tie them up in the bowers. Some blue hydrangeas I'd sniff In the manger of bed. my bed. 12 months ago Shirley was startled in bed by a scuff on the lawn. Shirley wrestled in bed, the morning chill still stifling her thru what she called her quilt. A bedsheet threadbare with half the rose pattern bleached from sun thru the window.
Was it J Square or Hi Boy or Mr. J. Dare? No it wasn't it wasn't at all It was mr handsome Mr. Handsome Handball. He was striking and dark and ever so tall so tall he could see over the the top of the wretched white picket fence. The fence was honestly so bad from so many years of neglect, so bad was it that Dog was caught in it's wrench. he came to see her to talk and to see why it was she she who had claimed his eye to see.
Who is out there and what do they want? She wondered and wondered and wondered for naught. She had to get up to go see who was there. I can't answer the door I'm a mess! I look queer! Ah what will I do. So ran in circle and circles even the coffee didn't do. She threw on some of her missing brothers pajamas Running in circles w/man's clothes trying to get her legs in the pants yelling at them and stammering in such a nervous stance.
Jumping in circles like a crazed whirlygig "WHO's there?! Who's there?" Damn! I look like a maid. I have to answer the door and see who it is who is it who is it? I'm so excited I feel really big. But how can I answer the door to a visitor? I'm in pajamas in pajamas a dead Cadillac in the drive I can't answer the door, I can't. I swear I will die. I look so bad.
