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

she's
a
marshmallow
a
breath
of
fresh
air
my
velveteen
rabbit

I
want
to
crawl
up
your
legs
pull
myself
up
your
shirt
slide
in
your
pocket

the
clouds
hung
over
us
the
sun
fell
upon
them
the
feels
were
ancient

she's
a
golden
joan
of
arc
my
own
minstrel
show
seabiscuit
by
a
nose

the
warmth
came
on
us
and
arrested
the
clouds
told
the
breeze
to
move
along

we
talked
in
the
rain
we
didn't
mind
raindrops
dripping
in
our
eyes

he
embarrassed
me
seemed
to
be
the
main
theme
but
that
was
long
ago

row
your
boat
gently
down
the
stream
merrily
life
is
but
a
dream

she
said
my
poem
should
be
about
apples
her
most
favorite
thing

do
you
remember
the
mime
the
skyline
love
our
child
was
mesmerized

the
wind
crept
up
on
me
then
the
rains
came
I
saw
it
coming
the
whole
time

it
was
an
image
of
her
leaning
over
and
him
holding
her
breast

the
window
was
open
for
a
long
time
and
the
wind
blew
in
the
leaves

come
to
bed
osip
anna
marina
let
russia
fall
over
me

tell
me
you
love
me
tell
me
again
and
again
and
again
forever

another
sleepless
night
is
just
another
chance
to
write
you
a
poem

the
way
her
leg
crosses
over
her
other
leg
just
like
her
father

he
laid
on
the
wet
concrete
the
people
weren't
satisfied
with
his
i'm
fine

the
roses
gestated
their
leaves
had
that
rosy
glow
of
expectant
mothers

any
kind
of
fool
could
see
there
was
something
in
everything
about
you

- player

goodnight
poems
goodnight
big
sky
goodnight
small
animals
goodnight
pines

the
sun
came
up
behind
the
clouds
crows
swooped
the
heads
of
some
passersby

they
hold
hands
while
they
walk
sit
close
like
v
close
we
don't
really
do
that

no
one
good
likes
to
talk
about
themselves
only
baddies
like
it

- noland chiliha

I
stood
by
the
warm
oven
and
read
his
poems
like
beautiful
gifts

there
might
be
rain
sun
clouds
wind
I'll
just
watch
the
sky
and
see
what
it
does

'twas
midnight
oh
crap
i
thought
i've
got
to
think
of
another
poem

I'll
write
about
her
neck
and
where
it
meets
her
curls
and
how
I
love
her

only
wind
is
prized
by
the
poet
what
I'm
sure
of
are
the
corridors

- marina tsvetaeva

she
always
has
books
books
books
books
and
books
pulling
more
books
from
her
bag

I'd
rather
not
forget
that
dream
I'd
like
to
live
in
it
touching
me

she
carries
herself
low
to
the
ground
she
is
both
slow
and
quick
to
move

I
remember
lips
opening
up
to
mine
like
a
seashell's
matching
halves

- marina tsvetaeva

I
still
like
though
the
too
steeped
black
tea
and
there's
its
bitter
love
for
me

the
crowd
kept
touching
me
and
I
wondered
what
my
conception
was
like

a
few
mornings
now
the
raccoon
and
I've
been
out
to
greet
each
other

I
like
having
you
in
every
way
possible
like
a
meat
poem

he
said
she's
morbid
but
she
might
just
be
a
woman
who
loves
too
much

now
it's
the
same
old
song
sweet
dreams
of
you
every
night
I
go
through

thinking
of
some
people
I
knew
once
and
a
place
I
had
once
lived

witchy
woman
played
and
was
the
only
solace
amidst
his
cigar
smoke

the
taste
of
the
too
steeped
black
tea
the
smells
of
spring
dirt
a
nice
short
chat

he
said
how
does
your
body
feel
right
now
and
I
thought
kind
very
kind

as
the
couple
kissed
I
tried
imagining
what
their
kids
would
look
like

I
know
I've
told
you
this
before
dandelion
but
I
quite
like
you

the
moon's
coming
up
which
reminds
me
I'd
been
neglecting
some
poems

it's
never
the
full
moon
it's
the
waxing
crescent
the
waning
gibbous

it's
that
not
looking
looking
that
glassy
stare
into
the
wind
and
rain

we'll
kiss
grow
old
walk
around
light
months
will
fly
over
us
like
snowy
stars

-anna akhmatova

you
need
someone
to
kiss
you
right
now
and
hug
you
'til
you
fall
asleep

I'm
going
to
meditate
now
kitty
okay
so
don't
meow
at
me

I've
seen
black
rain
and
grey
rain
and
white
rain
and
the
occassional
blue
rain

I
need
to
have
a
bad
dream
I
wanna
be
scared
tonight
where's
your
beard

he
smiled
big
with
his
two
missing
teeth
and
then
slowly
brushed
back
his
hair

oh
the
crying
game
and
how
I
love
to
play
those
games
where
I'm
crying

I
said
sweet
things
to
him
that
I
had
rehearsed
in
my
head
beforehand

I'm
surprised
when
the
winter
flowers
come
up
and
they
come
up
every
year

drums
keep
poundin
a
rhythm
to
the
brain
she
said
I
got
you
babe
he
said

I
keep
the
voicemail
from
you
and
my
poem
you
wrote
on
forever

just
some
land
with
flowers
and
some
trees
on
it
somewhere
in
the
world

I
sat
by
the
pond
and
wrote
a
poem
about
the
beautiful
day

I
listen
I
watch
I
feel
I
ponder
and
then
I
write
about
it

I
should've
had
the
coffee
to
go
'cause
I
got
stuck
behind
the
train

he
said
the
sky
looks
really
pretty
and
it
did
look
really
pretty

gulls
pecked
at
the
school
yard
a
dog
barked
into
the
street
an
old
man
slept

I 

was 

a 

'55 

chevy 

a 

desert 

highway 

a 

billowing 

skirt

I
saw
some
flowers
pushing
up
from
the
ground
and
knew
that
spring
was
close

and
then
I
had
fallen
from
my
high
tower
crushed
and
full
of
tears

it's
like
driving
with
the
windows
down
on
a
hot
sunny
summer
day

it's
that
time
of
day
where
I
draw
the
curtains
and
close
all
the
blinds