i'm
training
to
be
a
stenographer
in
case
you
were
wondering

one
london
night
a
stranger
read
my
poem
and
then
she
danced
to
it

the
genre
in
which
I
like
to
write's
the
one
where
we're
making
love
tonight

I
read
her
words
and
thought
they're
better
than
mine
she
knows
my
heart
my
mind

summer
nights
summertime
sadness
summer
blues
summer
rain
cruel
summer

summer
in
the
city
summer
blues
summertime
sadness
cruel
summer

i
wanted
to
see
france
so
i
looked
up
old
tom
ripley
and
his
wife

I
don't
believe
in
ufos
babe
but
I'd
love
to
see
one
with
you

no
helmet
laws
just
a
motorcycle
and
the
idaho
highway

it
wasn't
quite
fall
summer
hadn't
left
yet
it
was
the
harvest
moon

their
music
was
loud
their
arms
hung
out
the
car
windows
they
took
in
the
breeze

I
dreamed
you
in
my
childhood
home
making
love
to
you
by
the
hill

the
crow
left
a
feather
for
me
in
the
yard
today
that
was
nice

he'd
said
my
poems
were
compelling
which
meant
I
was
compelling
too

I
want
your
body
on
mine
tonight
I
want
it
like
a
nude
painting

I
want
a
cold
wind
blowing
outside
the
house
and
a
fire
beside
us

it
was
a
first
quarter
moon
orange
and
strange
behind
a
grey
smoky
veil

a
dry
smoky
veil
layed
itself
down
upon
my
little
valley

if
I
hadn't
gone
out
that
whole
conversation
wouldn't've
happened

I 

sing 

your 

praises 

when 

you're 

not 

around 

hoping 

they 

might 

float 

on 

the 

wind 

baby
with
a
garden
hose
clipping
coupons
songs
by
a
six
year
old

those
end
of
summer
days
the
dusty
warm
sleepy
nights
next
to
the
stars

nina
sang
some
poems
to
me
while
I
wrote
some
poems
for
you

we
were
in
the
world
under
this
pine
tree
feeling
this
amazing
breeze

don't
sit
there
in
your
kingdom
of
isolation
and
act
like
you're
the
queen

when
I
see
a
penny
I
pick
it
up
all
the
day
I
have
good
luck

I
wanted
to
lose
myself
in
the
music
the
grass
I
wanted
to
be
lost

you
kept
me
alive
with
your
sweet
flowing
love
she
sang
my
life
with
you

he
didn't
really
look
at
my
daughters
and
he
might
be
narcissistic

and
i
felt
like
i
wasn't
being
honest
but
that
was
okay
sometimes

i
know
that
ultra
violence
she
sings
of
it's
always
hanging
around

I
walked
so
free
and
one
with
the
world
I
wasn't
wearing
my
girdle

i
hit
a
crow
with
my
car
but
it
couldn't
be
helped
he
wouldn't
move

the
grass
felt
cool
under
me
I
felt
the
sky
like
it
was
right
beside
me

then
after
almost
six
years
my
brother
called
to
say
he'd
be
in
town

he
lies
so
cool
he
lies
with
the
ease
of
the
truth
he's
my
man
my
man

I'm
thinking
about
my
friend
who's
on
the
side
of
a
mountain
right
now

I've
been
thinking
of
my
death
the
when
why
how
where
I
really
must
know

I
picked
up
some
green
acorns
from
the
bench
but
I
kept
them
in
my
hand

you
think
I'm
texting
little
do
you
know
I'm
writing
an
epic
poem

coffee
smells
a
clinking
of
spoon
to
cup
the
sun
from
the
east
window

clouds
gave
me
shade
i
watched
nature
and
liked
listening
to
its
story

talk
to
me
winds
feel
my
skin
grass
i'm
part
of
you
and
you
know
it

he'd
said
I
was
pretty
when
I
cried
but
only
when
we'd
first
met

the
bees
pollinate
the
dandelions
with
ease
and
a
careful
speed

i
love
you
i
love
you
don't
go
she
said
he
paused
and
then
he
left

last
night
no
roses
had
yet
bloomed
and
now
this
morning
there
are
three

I
saw
a
poem
in
the
air
unwritten
just
out
of
my
hand's
reach