Shoeboxes on the Top Shelf

Come on, little girlBring them flowers insideHurry now, dry ‘em and die ‘emAnd hang ‘em on the wall as memories Between them ticket stubs, above them lettersBeneath photographs fadin’ with ageAmidst all them other flowers; memories on that wall It’s that time again, girlGit yourself another shoebox,Strip that wall bare, cram that shrine insideToo good … Continue reading Shoeboxes on the Top Shelf