my sister had a nursery rhyme set of figurines she d often let me play with them i d set em up in different scenes fifty plastic army men led by superman destroyed the ranks of mother goose mary and her little lamb slips away and catches sister getting real and i can too as long as i don t make a sound when we were real and we were in love with everyone and everything i guess it was the beauty of bluebird clears his throat of phlegm and static singing operatic evening comes and the butterflies are bats eat the spider that had saddled up beside her and the dish his lovin spoon were never found and i m taking flight seeking relief the lure of handkerchief so white i chase it straight into the ground