Don't look this way in Backwards Town
no one's thinking straight
They walk with their hands
eat with their feet
and think fish custard's great
bananas grow on apple trees
Sharks fly above the streets
Everyone's born super old
babies drive and drink and die
Kids stay at home or work six jobs
while the parents just run wild
Mice eat cats
and dogs drink juice
and everything's on fire
Don't cry at night
the shadows answer
and reach out to hold your hand
You can't be here until the end
so fight for every day
Because Backwards Town is all there is
for those who lose their way
YOU ARE READING
The Bones of Boats and Butterflies
PoetryA collection of poems that each tell a story. From shipwrecks in the Bermuda to crows shrouded by shadow there's always something to take you on a journey away from reality.
