we
were
hillbillies
on
the
foothills
singing
blue
eyes
crying
in
the
rain

every
rose
has
its
thorn
just
like
every
cowboy
sings
a
sad
sad
song

-poison

she
puts
found
feathers
under
her
pillow
at
night
to
make
wishes
on

indica
girl
daughter
of
the
witch
wizard's
wife
magic
moon
mother

the
way
he
shrugs
his
shoulders
his
kindly
sighs
and
you
get
his
meaning

she
was
just
looking
pleasantly
around
as
I
happened
to
look
at
her

I
came
as
I
was
as
you
wanted
me
to
be
an
old
memory

she
was
worried
I
would
learn
of
her
lies
I
didn't
tell
her
I
had

I
drove
landscape
sick
I
drove
the
foothills
sang
to
me
I
drove
I
drove

I
touch
the
leaves
and
flowers
as
I
walk
by
especially
the
tall
grass

man
says
to
barber
I
want
the
david
lynch
barber
says
you
got
it

the
children
of
the
choir
sang
ch
ch
changes
turn
and
face
the
strange

I
love
her
because
she
chooses
the
mystery
flavor
lollipops

you
be
my
june
carter
sweet
baby
love
and
I'll
be
your
johnny
cash

my
motto
has
always
been
learn
the
rules
really
well
and
then
break
them

we
wrote
another
poem
he
and
I
I
won't
tell
you
how
it
goes

watch
out
you
might
get
what
you're
after
cool
baby
burning
down
the
house

-talking heads

I
went
for
a
walk
and
noticed
all
the
houses
in
this
town
have
names

her
hair
like
the
horse's
mane
floated
behind
her
in
the
sun
on
the
wind

that
house
had
had
no
intention
of
living
in
the
city
you
know

I've
broken
a
few
hearts
the
smell
of
her
patchouli's
unrelated

he
doesn't
pose
for
selfies
and
cuddling
is
awkward
for
me

I
walked
in
the
sun
and
rain
like
under
water
when
the
light
shines
through

my
girl
we
sleep
in
the
pines
in
the
pines
where
the
sun
don't
ever
shine

old
black
eyes
came
around
today
beating
her
cold
dark
heart
in
my
ears

the
books
stand
together
on
the
shelves
neighbors
enemies
sometimes
friends

said
the
black
cat
am
I
crossing
your
path
or
are
you
crossing
mine

wearing
ball
gowns
and
rain
boots
they
roll
in
the
mud
magic
wands
in
hand

just
one
more
for
the
road
pretty
baby
pretty
baby
please
oh
please

make
spain
for
me
again
he
said
I'll
do
anything
for
you
darling

the
gentleman
took
the
maiden's
hand
as
they
both
swayed
to
the
bee gees

the
laughter
and
carousing
will
go
on
until
they
too
turn
to
dust

-yasha mazur
the magician of lublin

I
said
his
name
several
times
very
loud
to
feel
its
sound
in
my
mouth

we
walked
together
the
pigeon
and
me
up
the
sidewalk
near
the
school

the
motivation
to
do
the
things
I
don't
want
to
mother
mother

when
you
look
at
a
new
friend
and
feel
as
if
you'd
known
them
forever

I
swayed
to
her
voice
chanting
her
body
the
earth
her
blood
the
water

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

I'm
sorry
I
watched
our
show
without
you
and
it
was
really
funny

I
drank
a
hot
toddy
from
a
mason
jar
with
a
spoon
you
weren't
home

I've
said
it
before
I'll
say
it
again
I
gotta
get
outta
this
place

while
the
earth
opened
up
and
swallowed
her
whole
a
radio
played
somewhere

I
wrote
all
the
poems
she
drew
all
the
pictures
we
felt
all
the
feels

I
write
and
write
and
write
for
you
but
no
not
really
I
write
for
me

with
a
little
help
from
my
friends
carry
that
weight
eight
days
a
week

hey
jude
don't
let
me
down
boys
here
comes
the
sun
all
you
need
is
love

michelle
oh
darling
drive
my
car
girl
while
my
guitar
gently
weeps

sprouted
potatoes
in
the
bottom
cupboard
of
my
grandma's
kitchen

she
was
minecraft
holding
a
nether
portal
in
the
palm
of
her
hand

and
then
it
was
a
new
day
and
I
had
to
come
up
with
a
new
poem

it
won't
matter
how
many
times
I
hear
the
song
I'll
love
it
just
the
same

clouds
drizzling
kitty
wells
cappuccinos
like
a
stopwatch
keep
the
time

cartoon
theme
songs
sang
from
the
tv
a
young
woman
smoked
at
the
back
porch

it
was
his
my
truck
broke
down
my
girl
left
me
my
dog
died
kinda
day

so
the
urban
tumbleweed
is
me
like
how
do
I
make
that
ghost
fresh

the
houses
were
creatures
sleeping
breathing
or
maybe
holding
their
breath

the
ides
came
in
with
those
slow
groove
foot
to
the
pedal
kick
back
like
feels

I
lost
that
note
that
you
wrote
me
before
I
even
knew
who
you
were

she
dreamt
once
she
would
do
things
when
she
woke
she
found
herself
doing
them

I
walked
on
the
moss
because
it
was
soft
sorry
moss
I
crushed
your
dreams

he
sat
with
coffee
and
a
hallmark
card
that
he
wrote
in
for
a
long
time

I
lay
awake
all
night
petting
her
just
to
make
sure
she
slept
okay

I'm
not
sayin'
you
ain't
pretty
all
I'm
sayin'
is
I'm
not
ready

-linda ronstadt

the
moon
dreams
dreamt
the
moon
dreaming
the
moon
moon
dreams
moons
dreamed
the
dream
moon

she
put
poetic
phrases
on
like
skirts
then
we
wrote
a
song
untitled

tell
mama
all
about
it
tell
mama
what
you
need
tell
mama

-janis joplin

it's
3/6
I'm
36
on
3/7
I'll
be
37

oh
cool
old
blue
car
behind
that
fence
why
don't
nobody
ride
in
you

lifting
clouds
dropping
them
in
your
lap
again
if
only
you'd
just
look

watching
them
I
was
a
kid
again
I
don't
want
to
be
a
kid
again