the
poems
are
my
prayers
the
earth
my
church
language
my
religion
her
presence
is
the
kind
that
controls
I
don't
like
to
be
controlled
all
'a
sudden
I
realized
how
much
grey
hair
you'd
grown
I
loved
you
again
he
played
the
talking
heads
in
time
as
I
reached
up
to
open
the
shades
the
pink
floyd
made
me
nostalgic
for
fifteen
an
idaho
summer
the
lichen
don't
care
about
justice
the
trees
ain't
concerned
with
right
and
wrong
this
ship's
sinking
but
it
cool
yo
I'll
just
swim
to
that
island
over
there
you
wonder
woman
you
sing
that
phil
collins
girl
you
ride
that
lightning
I
talk
out
loud
to
myself
a
lot
I
smell
my
own
hair
sometimes
with
love
she
referred
to
us
as
the
city
mouse
and
the
country
mouse
the
sound
of
the
radio
playing
loud
and
then
you
shut
off
the
car
old
woman
watches
young
woman
smoke
on
porch
from
window
in
attic
she
gives
good
advice
like
if
you're
ready
to
go
just
walk
out
the
door
goodnight
day
goodnight
chirping
birds
goodnight
venetian
blinds
goodnight
sun
winter
melting
morning's
first
born
let's
take
one
more
trip
around
this
block
we
hugged
the
river
like
around
its
bends
and
into
its
loving
arms
the
bathroom
saved
me
from
the
world
if
only
for
a
very
short
moment
I
talk
too
much
so
you
don't
have
to
I
put
on
my
girl
face
and
leave
-julia wohlstetter
color
me
your
car
color
me
your
color
darling
I
know
who
you
are
-blondie
disheveled
mismatched
when
I
left
the
house
but
I'm
an
artist
I
thought
I
don't
know
the
flower's
name
white
curled
petals
open
ready
for
spring
stealing
kisses
already
belonging
to
us
the
sunrise
was
nice
I
dreamt
of
that
asshole
on
his
birthday
I
keep
that
poem
to
myself
the
radio
sang
our
youth
like
it
knew
we
were
driving
to
the
drive-in
the
wind
kicked
over
the
a-boards
the
cherry
blossoms
the
wind
always
wins
the
face
she
makes
while
she's
drawing
or
when
she's
thinking
something
funny
her
hugs
make
golden
sparkles
the
poems
they
loom
large
over
my
heart
he
reminds
me
there's
no
order
to
the
karma
and
that's
okay
dreaming
I'm
searching
cardboard
boxes
and
there
lies
both
god
and
the
devil
the
seasons
keep
coming
and
the
river
just
keeps
on
rolling
along
overkill's
my
middle
name
he
said
save
it
for
the
devil
she
said
