The Amelia SOng

amelia planted flowers

pants grew brown now fifty hours

nothing's bloomed she's hating seeds

chasing after tumbleweeds



seventeen had lost its meaning

eyes grew wide but truth's receding

watering your last resort

solace in a metaphor



whatcha gonna do when the sun goes down?

you'll never grown up if it never goes down

where ya gonna be with a smile on your face?

if you take it slow you can win the race



amelia found her truth

in green boxes, twenty new

turning to dust one by one

another ready, just begun



backs and heels are all she sees

turned the saying into feet

perverse jokes and references

nothing's better left unsaid



morning dawns extended nights

careful now, obstructed sights

fifty more will blow right through

brown of brown never looked so blue