the
sun's
ripe
today
he
hates
it
when
I
don't
screw
the
lids
onto
things

I
stayed
up
listening
then
and
I'll
stay
up
listening
again

it's
a
sad
song
quite
but
I
love
it
anyway
it
makes
me
happy

sing
me
something
let's
sit
here
in
the
sunny
breeze
and
think
about
things

london
texting
this
faraway
town
london
texting
some
poems
she
found

I
miss
her
wood
paneled
walls
smokey
the
cat
her
fried
spam
sandwiches

monday
blues
on
a
friday
sunday
driving
on
a
saturday

baby
it's
the
way
you
sing
miss
you
better
than
jagger
ever
could

suddenly
the
sky
got
black
and
I
knew
the
sky
was
in
a
bad
mood
too

sing
a
song
for
me
my
darling
sing
a
song
for
your
beatnik
mama

red
hot
curled
burnt
the
first
rose
blooms
of
the
season
were
rushed
from
the
womb

I
like
pretending
I'm
places
I'm
not
that
house
looks
scary
at
daybreak

he
was
deathly
allergic
to
cats
so
I
was
glad
that
I
had
one

she
made
me
nostalgic
for
wheel
of
fortune
brown
double-wide
trailers

she
made
me
remember
my
youth
my
mother
the
parts
I
didn't
want
to

when
I
was
small
I'd
pull
on
her
soft
fingers
and
she'd
swat
me
away

I
touched
his
back
and
squeezed
his
arm
but
I
don't
think
he
liked
it
so
much

I
knew
who
I
was
this
morning
but
I've
changed
a
few
times
since
then

- alice

take
me
the
long
way
keep
that
look
on
your
face
and
bend
your
neck
this
way

let
me
sing
to
you
love
some
poems
I
wrote
that
remind
me
of
you

like
toto
said
it's
gonna
take
a
lot
to
drag
me
away
from
you

I
prayed
that
he
would
finish
but
he
just
kept
right
on
strumming
my
pain

- roberta flack

I
want
to
have
sex
with
his
mustache
and
it's
all
I
can
think
about

all
of
a
sudden
she
became
one
cool
chick
and
right
before
my
eyes

the
man's
collar
was
turned
down
I
felt
the
nagging
urge
to
turn
it
up

the
cat
rubbed
her
nose
on
my
leg
bit
my
heel
and
then
rolled
in
the
dirt

i
just
deleted
my
instagram
app
now
i
exist
in
the
world

he
said
have
both
a
hot
dog
and
a
hamburger
hell
you're
an
american

I
liked
watching
them
walk
down
the
street
those
two
girls
to
the
music

I
can
only
always
remember
how
quiet
the
streets
were
in
spain

spring's
flowers
were
loud
shouting
colors
the
sun
blared
at
us
from
above

I
love
memories
how
they
come
and
go
like
little
pearls
dropped
in
a
bowl