welcome
night
cold
sun
welcome
sleeping
souls
tired
earth
death
cycle
welcome

moon
you
welcome
me
home
no
matter
where
I
roam
we
talked
on
the
phone

we
watched
the
prison
mike
episode
and
laughed
like
we
were
kids
again

she
threw
his
grandma’s
ring
in
the
ocean
but
practiced
with
seashells
first

I
couldn’t
very
well
leave
while
the
radio
played
huey
lewis

I
climb
the
stairs
to
share
her
laugh
and
the
second
floor
ghosts
call
to
me

I’m
writing
writing
in
my
dreams
in
my
head
on
your
body
write
me

my
eyes
slide
over
the
words
while
my
mind
takes
time
thinking
over
you

and
then
the
sun
came
out
and
the
trees
weren’t
leaning
or
heavy
with
rain

hear
them
laughing
and
cheering
not
far
away
I’m
sick
with
sad
again

the
trees
by
this
coast
lean
and
lean
with
the
wind
and
maybe
I’m
amazed

I
said
nothing
only
blushed
pink
kawaii
a
shade
I
do
quite
well

always
beside
you
inside
you
residing
in
you
a
ghost
I
ride
you

‘tis
the
season
when
spiders
come
to
stay
and
the
cobwebs
keep
us
warm

the
sun
had
rained
rain
had
shined
the
poems
came
from
the
candle
flames

she
calls
me
kiddo
kiddo
she’s
not
even
that
much
older
than
me

poems
came
from
the
candles
witches
sang
futures
sam
played
the
piano

I
had
to
write
words
I
had
to
feed
mouths
I
took
a
bath
braided
my
hair

she
drew
me
crying
in
my
room
because
she
said
I
do
that
a
lot

thinking
about
the
poems
I’ve
lost
or
the
poems
I
broke
up
with

babes
tell
me
it’s
going
to
be
okay
but
like
so
I
believe
it

I’ve
been
neglecting
you
my
pretty
pet
my
pretty
pretty
pet

we
contemplated
the
dead
squirrel
in
the
yard
I
think
it
was
her
time

dear
god
I
hope
you
get
the
letter
and
I
pray
you
can
make
it
better

-xtc

will
she
let
me
in
underneath
her
clothes
that
girl
got
skin
like
a
ghost

-frank black and the catholics

she
carries
a
bolline
for
the
herbs
she
has
her
hands
in
many
cauldrons

the
good
moon
its
blinding
white
light
pushing
through
the
blinds
to
wake
me
up

he
thought
I’d
left
but
I
was
in
the
car
crying
hoping
he’d
find
me

I
wanted
to
be
leaves
on
the
wind
moved
suddenly
never
minding

what
I
meant
to
say
was
I
want
to
die
in
the
fall
it
seems
a
good
time

the
perfect
fall
sun
breeze
on
my
skin
the
moment
I
hope
I
will
die

the
lemon
zest
reminded
me
I
wanted
to
be
home
my
desert
home

I’m
not
afraid
of
you
runnin’
away
baby
I
get
the
feelin’
you
won’t

-tom petty