Dropping the Ball

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Purple Flavored Mist
August 15, 2006 / 3:16 am

When I was about 7 years old
My grandma had a grapevine forest.
Rows and rows of grapes hanging
From arches with sun filtering through.
I'd lay in this grass that was like
The softest bed ever created by God
And daydream about what I'd
Turn into when I was grown.
A singer, a dancer, a millionaire,
A painter, a teacher, a judge.
But the best of all dreams
Was fantasizing about when I'd
Turn into a writer.
Catepillar to butterfly.
Bud to bloom.

But like my mother before me
I'm wasting the alotted time.
Capote said that God gives you
Fifteen seconds of pure inspiration
And the rest of your life to expand on it.
Here's my fifteen seconds.
And, f**k!
I'm dropping the ball
With a bang.