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