I 
wore
a 
scarf 
and 
sat 
at 
the 
desk 
I 
was 
a 
really 
real 
writer

her
heart
was
heavier
than
most
days
and 
the 
rain 
wasn't 
helping 
much

her 
earrings
felt 
heavy
and 
her
skirt
was
tangled
she 
felt
very 
old

as 
I 
passed
each
pretty
house
I 
got 
greener
and 
greener
with 
envy

she 
walked 
through
the 
tunnel
there
was
no 
light
it 
just
kept
getting
darker

orange 
and 
blue
are 
by 
far
my 
favorite
complementary
colors

she 
tanned
her
legs
in 
the 
sun 
the
children
played 
in 
the 
mud
it
was
sunday

he
wore
a
blue
trucker's
hat 
and 
when 
he 
smoked
he 
didn't
use 
his 
hands

while 

you 

were

gone 

the 

snowdrops 

bloomed

some 

of 

the 

dandelions

went 

to 

seed

jive
talkin'
you're
telling
me 
lies
yeah
jive
talkin'
you
wear
a
disguise

-Bee Gees

I'm 
cool
with 
you 
livin'
here
spider 
long
as 
you
don't 
bite
me 
in 
my 
sleep 

I 
thought 
there's 
nothing 
right 
in 
this 
whole
world  
then 
again
I 
might 
be 
wrong 

she

sees

sounds

of 

summer

in 

spring

and 

hears

lights

of 

winter

in

the
fall

he
stood
at 
the 
street
corner
smiling
at 
nothing
and 
at 
everything

the
saddest 
thing
I 
can 
think
of 
the 
happiest
thing
I 
can 
think
of 

It's 
not 
at 
all
like
I 
thought
it 
was 
and 
now
I 
have 
to
rethink
it.

love 
is 
bigger
than 
you
if 
you 
open 
your
heart
it
eats
you 
alive

sun 
tea
warm
potato
salad
cold
hose
water
grill
smoke
bug 
spray
grass

the 
sun
glorious
on 
my 
skin
I 
could
rule 
the 
world
with 
it 
or 
sleep  

I 
stood
in 
the 
yard
with 
the 
scattered
toys 
and 
thought
how 
good 
my 
life 
was

the
night
winds
were
not 
comforting 
they 
sounded
hollow
just 
like
I
felt

the 
traffic
lights
swayed 
in 
the 
wind
and 
that's 
how
I 
could
see
the 
wind
sway

our 
lives
drifted
apart
then 
of 
all 
things
it's
death 
that 
brought 
us 
together

I 
drove
past
the
library
the 
post
office
the 
old
homes
of 
my
youth

driving
and 
crying
the 
petals
were
pink
and 
white
the 
grey
river 
shone

all 
a 
sudden
every
goddamned
thing
he 
ever 
said 
came 
back 
to 
me 

I 
know 
you
so 
very
well
now
but 
some
day
I 
won't 
know
you 
at
all

she

wears

flat

shoes

at

all

times

just

in

case

she

needs

to 

quickly

escape

she
showed 
me 
how 
to 
bet 
on 
the 
horses 
we
used
her
shoe
for 
a
kitty

the 
day
was 
quiet
cloudy
and
grey
she 
was
thinking
about 
sun
tea

it's 
you
you're 
all 
I 
see
you 
make 
me 
live 
now 
honey
you 
make 
me 
live

-Queen

romance 
is 
cleaning
out 
the 
cat 
box
so 
your
lover
doesn't 
have
to

a
lighthouse
waiting
searching
bright
calling
for 
others
to 
come
to 
shore

my 
heart 
wet 
with 
sweet
like 
peaches 
dripped 
deep
to
the 
pit 
of 
my 
stomach

the 
winds
moved
the
clouds
perfectly
across
the
sky
the
tree
stood
below

the
crow's
pine
tree
swayed
in
the 
wind
and 
I 
stood
near
the 
dandelions

getting 
close 
only 
means
something 
when
it 
comes 
to 
pitching
horseshoes

-Frank Mansfield

sorry
I 
wasn't 
smiling
at 
you
I 
was 
just
squinting
at 
the 
sun

the 
reality
isn't 
as 
pretty
as 
my 
dream
but 
i'll
still 
dream

worlds
collide
stars 
shatter
into
pieces
that 
make 
new
worlds
that
collide

I 
let
the 
spring
touch
me 
with
its
cool
skin
and 
warm
heart
while
the 
night
passed
by

when
I 
ask
her 
how 
she 
slept
she 
says 
she 
dreamt
she 
was 
a
unicorn

they 
cut 
the 
grass
dusted 
the 
shelves
then
drank 
the 
sun
tea
from
folding 
chairs

the 
crow
cawed
at 
the 
other
crow,
dude,
Spring 
Break
let's 
drink
some
cocktails

it's 
when
the 
sun
comes
out 
that 
all
a 
sudden
I
can 
smell
the 
memories

the
food
burned
on
the
stove
but
she
decided
to
keep
holding
the
baby

they 
held
hands
as 
they 
walked 
and
sometimes
they'd
look
up
and 
smile  
at 
the 
sky

she
told 
us
man
in
the 
mirror
was 
her
favorite 
song
and 
then 
she 
cried

why
do
we
scream
at
each
other
this
is 
what
it 
sounds
like
when
doves
cry

-Prince

the 
way
it
was 
told
to 
me 
was 
probably
wrong
but 
I 
just
don't 
care

I 
want
to 
write
a 
poem
everyday/
I 
never 
want 
to 
write 
again

the 

poetry

makes

up 

my 

dreams 

and 

the 

dreams 

make 

up

my 

poetry

I 
grew 
up 
in 
a 
mobile 
home 
park 
where 
sagebrush 
grew 
on 
yellow 
hills.

all
last 
night
I 
had 
weird
dreams
that 
today
I 
can't 
even
remember

she 
made 
me
feel
so
old
but
in
that
way 
that
I'm
glad
to
not 
be 
young 

today
my
heart
is 
full
of 
love
not 
some
days
but 
today 
it's
so
full

she 
felt 
the 
dirt
in 
her 
toes
a 
bit
longer  
listening
to 
the 
child
cry

the 
moon
is 
between
the 
tree
branches
right
where 
I 
like
to 
look 
at 
it

the 
sky
is
the 
limit
well
maybe 
for 
you
fools
but
it's  
not 
for 
me

and 
she 
was 
lying
in 
the 
grass 
and 
she 
could 
hear
the 
highway 
breathing

 -Talking Heads

when
you're 
not 
home 
I 
leave 
your 
side 
of 
the 
bed 
alone
untouched 
empty

I 
could 
smell
the 
dogwood 
trees
today
and 
the 
moon
was 
out 
with 
the 
sun

the 

world 

is 

a

stage 

and 

I 

really

like

it 

in 

that 

bright

hot

spotlight

he 
swooped
in
and 
claimed
her 
heart
without
her
consent 
she 
loved 
him 
for 
it

warm 
white 
clouds
rolling
by 
my 
world
tall 
green 
trees
a 
kingdom 
above 
me

I saw a small fly
today. It reminded me 
that spring was coming.

I'll dream of a green
valley, flowers on the hill,
a sun behind clouds.

Tonight, in sleep, I'll
will my dreams to be what I 
want with whom I want.

Her hand moved so slight
you couldn't have seen it, but 
the ghosts surely did.

I ran my hands through
the leaves wondering why they
hadn't fallen yet.

We passed the peace pipe
around the circle and told 
our sordid stories.

He's found my dreams, made 
me ill with desire. Moons watched 
while the spell took hold.

I want to write you
something beautiful, something
you will remember.

At times like these she 
imagined herself on the 
banks of those rivers.

She was a child there. 
Where the three rivers met she 
became a woman.

"And I've been waiting
for this moment for all my
life. Oh, lord. Oh, lord."
                             -Phil Collins

There's a lot of weight
today. Like the sky, clouds and 
everything's heavy.

Please, don't make me 
cry. I cry over every 
little thing already.

"Summer Breeze" came on 
and my heart felt an ache and
a cold, fresh yearning.

It's all 'bout the sax,
man. That sax gets me all 
romantic, every time. 

I looked up at the 

stars. I felt the breeze and I 

could smell the pine trees. 

The dark became so 
very dark. The night wanted
me all to himself.

I should talk about
the wind whistling through the 
windows, but I'm tired.

I held the baby
and dreamt of my lover. My 
worlds so far apart.

The rain was so slight
and cold and the exact same 
color as the sky.

I'm taking the easy
way out and quoting some 
bad ass song lyrics.

My heart was empty.
My body felt out of place
trying not to cry. 

You never lose love
you've had. Your heart expands with 
each new love you find.

Sometimes I feel cursed
to be this passionate. Like 
I'm under a spell.

I wonder so much
if I have friends or what that
even means these days.

I wrote poem 
after poem and I just couldn't
get the words right

I try to say it 

so eloquently and it 

comes out so corny.

I was looking for
the moon but when I went 
outside she wasn't there.

Sometimes I love what 
I write and other times I 
totally hate it.

Sometimes when I praise 
the Lord I thank Him for 
pizza delivery.

There's always a ghost
between us. I can never 
just have you alone.

It was night and I 
could still see a light blue sky 
with moving pink clouds

It was windy. I 
left the screen door ajar so 
I could hear it creak.

The Queen of Spades, so 
severe. She's like the calm, quiet 
before the storm.

I wonder why we
make sense together, but I 
don't question the gods.