A.W. Books & Poetry

Where do you go when it starts to snow,

When you got nowhere to go?

Don’t ask me, I don’t know.

How come the soothing stars don’t shine as bright?

You’re right.

I’ll just keep my mind to other loans.

Ain’t you tired, Miss Sunshine? Do you ever get to sleep?

Go around holding people up but you can’t get out of your cellar seat,

Still trying to find your own two feet,

A full plate, but got nothing to eat,

Holding on to memories, thoughts you can’t defeat.

Why so smiley, Miss Sunshine? Are you blind?

Can’t even see the scorn in their eyes, the thorn in your side.

You know this is all a lie,

Miss Sunshine, do you ever cry?

Broken ties.

All the right shoes, but you’re the wrong size.

How does your kind stay alive?

Miss Sunshine, I hate to oblige, even if your heart’s gone array, it’s late to realize:

You’re lost in a crime,

Missing in the skies.

If only you could find what’s missing inside,

Maybe you could be fine.

Hey, Miss Sunshine, let yourself slide,

It’s only one side of your sly supine,

A sly serpent that has suddenly been surmised,

It won’t be long before you break your mime,

Set fire to your insides, burn your mistakes at the stake,

Don’t be late.

Ain’t you tired, Miss Sunshine?

It’s time to put down your sign and take a side,

Don’t fall in to the Ficus of flies,

You see, you’re the only one who has lied.

Don’t be surprised.

Look, it’s now the time. Go find your mind.

Wake up, Miss Sunshine! Morning has come.

Pick up your soles. It’s time to run.

Your web is spun,

Don’t be sung or hung like racy rungs on pasty lungs.

Ain’t you tired, Miss Sunshine?

Don’t let yourself be inspired, Miss Sunshine.

Even if it’s dire, Miss Sunshine.

Will you ever be wired, Miss Sunshine?

But look at you there, dried and wrung,

Like you’ve caught your own damn tongue.

Daft Daisy, please listen to your thumb.

Miss Sunshine, be the one.

-Annalise Wellman