it was only yesterday that he was born
\nthe magic of corduroy questions
\na picture of squirming kisses
\na translucent laugh, more delicious than coffee….
\nmy son.<\/p>\n
he craps nite and day,
\nbut i change him,
\nand embrace the naked baby….<\/p>\n
these poems brought to you by barbie angell and her stainless steel whirlpool refrigerator….<\/em><\/p>\n when i look at you i know it’s true written by barbie angell last call….<\/strong><\/p>\n and so alone i sit, and my life has turned to shit, what’s a girl to think it was only yesterday that he was born the magic of corduroy questions a picture of squirming kisses a translucent laugh, more delicious than coffee…. my son. he craps nite and day, but i change him, and embrace the naked baby…. these poems brought to you by barbie angell and her stainless steel whirlpool refrigerator…. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[41,40],"tags":[262],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=98"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=98"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=98"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=98"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthat god is in the details.
\nit seems i’ve found when i look around
\na place where i can not fail.
\na perfect man is not my plan
\nfrom my little baby boy.
\ni don’t intend to try to mend
\nas if you were a toy.
\nmy gift to you is pure and true
\na life of love and lessons.
\nnot to annoy, not to destroy,
\nbut only give my blessings.<\/p>\n
\nfor lennon<\/em><\/p>\n
\nbut what’s a restless writer left to do?
\nshould i find an empty bottle,
\nor a skinny neck to throttle,
\nor curl up in my bed until it’s through?<\/p>\n
\nwhen there’s nothing left to drink
\nand the bartender is locking up the door?
\nwhen the nite has turned to day,
\nand there’s nothing left to say,
\nand your brain is slowly leaking to the floor?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"