I
feel
all
the
time
like
a
cat
on
a
hot
tin
roof
a
hot
tin
roof

the
night
is
long
and
dark
and
young
slick
daddy
we’ve
only
just
begun

first
snow
street
lamp
light
you
know
the
one
perfect
pure
blue
white
that
I
like

christmas
eve
is
for
crying
and
then
washing
your
face
in
the
snow
with

please
moon
moon
please
I
haven’t
been
myself
no
the
words
are
not
my
own

he
skipped
the
chuck
palahniuk
party
I
heard
ducks
laugh
at
the
solstice

the
trees
mossy
fingers
clasping
around
me
and
I
can’t
see
the
sun

the
moss
is
suffocating
me
the
grey’s
smothering
me
I
can’t
breathe

driving
into
the
snow
headfirst
that’s
the
way
I
go
into
the
snow

oh
he’s
right
here
next
to
me
please
santa
bring
my
baby
back
to
me

I
saw
a
dream
the
new
moon
insisted
on
it
I’ll
need
a
warm
blanket

we
laughed
at
our
bad
poems
and
vowed
that
we’d
write
them
until
we
died

I
poured
the
glass
two
thirds
way
up
thought
who
am
I
kidding
poured
some
more

I
need
that
back
that
look
I
just
gave
you
I
didn’t
mean
it
I
didn’t

arabian
angel
darkest
jewel
her
warm
heart’s
cold
to
the
touch

I
wrote
you
a
text
I
erased
then
wrote
you
another
I
erased

I
just
need
some
looney
tunes
a
neon
room
calgon
take
me
away

green
black
foggy
washington
highway
I
hadn’t
forgotten
about

anything
you
want
one
of
these
crazy
old
nights
you
got
it
baby

I’ll
tell
you
everything
pour
me
a
glass
lean
into
my
breath
we’ll
share

I
feel
like
I
write
pretty
poems
always
then
I
read
her
poems

let
me
be
your
blessing
in
disguise
say
my
name
like
lamé
on
wine

it’s
not
fair
that
I
should
think
of
you
so
much
I've
other
things
to
do

maybe
I
should
go
mad
a
garden
where
everyone
wears
white
sounds
nice

it’s
the
moon
she
made
my
head
swoon
my
heart
fall
and
fall
and
fall
and
fall

I
know
my
eyes
betray
me
boy
how
otherwise
would
you
believe
me

white
jungle
canopy
your
arms
I
could
live
in
them
with
ease
you
beast

I
stayed
up
all
night
reading
dreamt
of
my
grandmother’s
pinochle
hands

I
know
you
big
big
love
your
heart
is
in
your
eyes
when
you
look
at
me

I
stared
at
my
poems
stared
into
my
hands
stared
out
the
window

I
dreamt
of
hoping
the
day
would
end
even
before
the
day
began

some
like
hands
I
like
the
mouth
we
could
learn
from
the
african
wild
dog

to
have
a
heart
two
sizes
too
small
might
be
the
darkest
blight
of
all

my
lips
are
naked
pink
why
not
me
completely
drain
you
why
not
me

I
could
live
in
that
brown
town
in
that
brown
mobile
home
it’d
be
just
fine

ugh
mom
you
listen
to
old
lady
music
she
said
like
nirvana

the
teeny
tiny
totoro
that
the
girls
had
lost
I
found
in
a
plant

then
night
made
for
twilight
and
the
pines
held
their
place
on
the
horizon

fabulously
distressed
contextually
distraught
stoking
my
megrims

you
stuck
around
november
rose
pinking
up
my
grey
and
damp
for
me

she
speaks
so
you
don’t
have
to
I
tell
you
I’ve
seen
it
I
do
it
too

I
can
forgive
you
anything
forget
all
just
hold
my
hair
again

when
you
come
from
behind
and
hold
my
hair
like
that
my
skin
gets
hot
and

I
always
miss
him
but
this
isn’t
confession
and
you
all
aren’t
priests

and
even
though
we
ain’t
got
money
I’m
so
in
love
with
you
honey

-kenny loggins

in
dreams
I’m
crystal
gayle
in
stevie
nicks’
clothes
dripping
of
elvira

I
slowly
lit
candles
in
all
the
rooms
like
placing
their
souls
about

the
sweet
sounds
coming
from
his
speakers
made
me
wanna
be
in
his
car

we
buy
art
and
food
for
our
children
but
what
we
need’s
a
pair
of
pants

ugh
blerg
um
uh
eh
uh-huh
huh
nah
yah
ah
ha
uh-oh
ew
whoa
yikes

once
was
the
angry
13
year
old
tomboy
with
the
baggy
plaid
shirts

leaf
blower
blowing
hammer
hammering
car
horn
honking
dog
barking

the
streetlamp
at
night
shining
on
just
the
lower
half
of
the
fir
tree

you
know
what
we
need
to
do
rita
break
on
through
to
the
other
side

I’m
just
a
writer
I
walk
through
your
dreams
and
invent
the
future

-richard siken

let’s
say
in
a
dream
you
died
but
you
didn’t
know
that
that’s
how
you’d
die

it’s
as
simple
as
the
wind
or
cars
rushing
past
sounding
like
the
sea

black
stork
pull
your
cups
the
three
of
the
queen
of
you
feel
me
sweet
young
friend

boy
I’m
no
whisper
but
I
can
I’m
thunder
and
lightning
in
your
hand

who
am
I
to
have
this
poem
what
good
could
I
ever
do
for
it

I
let
the
man
walk
by
I
didn’t
say
hi
or
look
him
in
the
eye

you
wanted
to
be
in
love
and
he
happened
to
get
in
the
way

-richard siken

she
reminded
me
to
light
a
candle
for
the
souls
I’d
loved
and
lost

I’ll
work
you
into
another
poem
if
not
today
tomorrow

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

she
has
her
hands
in
the
cauldron
her
feet
on
the
ground
her
hair's
the
wind

the
old
woman
sat
in
the
rain
with
her
book
she'd
seen
a
thing
or
two

I
don't
remember
walking
into
this
room
everything's
a
haiku