I'm
so
proud
of
you
my
love
I
kissed
your
book
I
love
you
husband

but
only
love
can
break
your
heart
yes
only
love
can
break
your
heart

-neil young

to
that
guy
walking
while
taking
a
selfie
you
look
good
boy
you
do

I
like
watching
the
boy
with
the
blue
hair
do
tai
chi
on
the
playground

high
fives
all
through
the
cold
dark
night
and
into
the
wee
hours
of
the
morn

what
can
I
tell
you
about
the
moon
that
I
haven't
already
said

your
arrogance
floats
about
you
I
feel
your
sadness
I
sit
far
away

i'm
training
to
be
a
stenographer
in
case
you
were
wondering

one
london
night
a
stranger
read
my
poem
and
then
she
danced
to
it

the
genre
in
which
I
like
to
write's
the
one
where
we're
making
love
tonight

I
read
her
words
and
thought
they're
better
than
mine
she
knows
my
heart
my
mind

summer
nights
summertime
sadness
summer
blues
summer
rain
cruel
summer

summer
in
the
city
summer
blues
summertime
sadness
cruel
summer

i
wanted
to
see
france
so
i
looked
up
old
tom
ripley
and
his
wife

I
don't
believe
in
ufos
babe
but
I'd
love
to
see
one
with
you

no
helmet
laws
just
a
motorcycle
and
the
idaho
highway

it
wasn't
quite
fall
summer
hadn't
left
yet
it
was
the
harvest
moon

their
music
was
loud
their
arms
hung
out
the
car
windows
they
took
in
the
breeze

I
dreamed
you
in
my
childhood
home
making
love
to
you
by
the
hill

the
crow
left
a
feather
for
me
in
the
yard
today
that
was
nice

he'd
said
my
poems
were
compelling
which
meant
I
was
compelling
too

I
want
your
body
on
mine
tonight
I
want
it
like
a
nude
painting

I
want
a
cold
wind
blowing
outside
the
house
and
a
fire
beside
us

it
was
a
first
quarter
moon
orange
and
strange
behind
a
grey
smoky
veil

a
dry
smoky
veil
layed
itself
down
upon
my
little
valley

if
I
hadn't
gone
out
that
whole
conversation
wouldn't've
happened

I 

sing 

your 

praises 

when 

you're 

not 

around 

hoping 

they 

might 

float 

on 

the 

wind 

baby
with
a
garden
hose
clipping
coupons
songs
by
a
six
year
old

those
end
of
summer
days
the
dusty
warm
sleepy
nights
next
to
the
stars

nina
sang
some
poems
to
me
while
I
wrote
some
poems
for
you

we
were
in
the
world
under
this
pine
tree
feeling
this
amazing
breeze

don't
sit
there
in
your
kingdom
of
isolation
and
act
like
you're
the
queen

when
I
see
a
penny
I
pick
it
up
all
the
day
I
have
good
luck

I
wanted
to
lose
myself
in
the
music
the
grass
I
wanted
to
be
lost

you
kept
me
alive
with
your
sweet
flowing
love
she
sang
my
life
with
you

he
didn't
really
look
at
my
daughters
and
he
might
be
narcissistic

and
i
felt
like
i
wasn't
being
honest
but
that
was
okay
sometimes

i
know
that
ultra
violence
she
sings
of
it's
always
hanging
around

I
walked
so
free
and
one
with
the
world
I
wasn't
wearing
my
girdle

i
hit
a
crow
with
my
car
but
it
couldn't
be
helped
he
wouldn't
move

the
grass
felt
cool
under
me
I
felt
the
sky
like
it
was
right
beside
me

then
after
almost
six
years
my
brother
called
to
say
he'd
be
in
town

he
lies
so
cool
he
lies
with
the
ease
of
the
truth
he's
my
man
my
man

I'm
thinking
about
my
friend
who's
on
the
side
of
a
mountain
right
now

I've
been
thinking
of
my
death
the
when
why
how
where
I
really
must
know

I
picked
up
some
green
acorns
from
the
bench
but
I
kept
them
in
my
hand

you
think
I'm
texting
little
do
you
know
I'm
writing
an
epic
poem

coffee
smells
a
clinking
of
spoon
to
cup
the
sun
from
the
east
window

clouds
gave
me
shade
i
watched
nature
and
liked
listening
to
its
story

talk
to
me
winds
feel
my
skin
grass
i'm
part
of
you
and
you
know
it

he'd
said
I
was
pretty
when
I
cried
but
only
when
we'd
first
met

the
bees
pollinate
the
dandelions
with
ease
and
a
careful
speed

i
love
you
i
love
you
don't
go
she
said
he
paused
and
then
he
left

last
night
no
roses
had
yet
bloomed
and
now
this
morning
there
are
three

I
saw
a
poem
in
the
air
unwritten
just
out
of
my
hand's
reach

I've
been
thinking
a
lot
about
this
prison
I'm
in
and
how
to
escape

it's
the
roses
the
anna
akhmatova
and
the
lana
del
rey

the
smoke
rolled
past
her
lips
tube
dress
side
pony
the
summer
suited
her

the
gayle
winehouse
del
rey
of
my
mind
wrote
a
new
song
for
you
today

i
was
determined
to
be
anxious
like
a
doris
lessing
novel

I
kept
writing
haiku
after
haiku
and
quickly
deleting
them

the
sun
in
my
mind
melted
into
something
soft
and
white
and
quite
fine

i
let
myself
feel
that
at
any
moment
i
might
burst
into
light

the 

small

winding 

road 

down 

below 

the 

dike 

where 

my 

grandmother's 

house 

stood  

I
made
love
to
the
fog
was
the
nostalgia
fell
into
their
stories

someone's
iPhone's
getting
texts
and
the
chime
is
ruining
the
music

I
wanted
to
feel
the
way
she
sings
about
the
drinking
of
black
coffee

i
felt
euphoric
like
the
world
was
me
all
of
it
was
inside
me

her
poem
snow
i
keep
thinking
about
it
and
the
way
i
feel
with
snow

the
bottom
of
my
cappuccino
sat
without
me
drinking
it
all

i
wish
i
could
move
away
and
not
come
back
and
not
come
back
again

the
moment
was
auspicious
propitious
but
I
felt
alone
forlorn

you 

were 

there 

two 

worlds 

collided 

and 

they 

could 

never 

tear 

us 

apart 

-inxs

i
need
something
to
keep
me
hanging
on
so
I
think
of
your
tanned
skin

oh
darling
do
tell
them
the
story
again
it's
one
of
my
favorites

the
way
I
think
of
it
now
isn't
the
way
I
thought
of
it
back
then

why
did
he
put
on
that
Waylon
record
did
he
want
to
break
my
heart

if
you
woke
me
up
with
a
passionate
kiss
I
wouldn't
be
upset

she
sang
mazzy
star
her
voice
was
epic
space
it's
strange
I
never
knew

I'm
taking
pictures
of
my
kids
and
they're
taking
pics
of
Spain
I
miss
Spain

it
was
kathryn
beaumont's
voice
like
the
air
right
off
the
daisy's
petals

oh
hello
how
are
you
it's
been
a
long
time
anything
new
with
you

you
made
me
forget
myself
I
thought
I
was
someone
else
someone
good

- Lou Reed

I
wished
that
my
long
hair
was
longer
so
that
I
might
hide
behind
it

the
xanax
incident
where
we
took
too
many
and
slept
for
three
days

my
love
is
like
a
see
saw
baby
thank
you
for
staying
on
the
ride

the
train
slowed
and
I
knew
if
I
got
on
I
couldn't
never
get
off

you
must
be
my
muse
you're
the
only
thing
I
want
to
write
about

I
love
your
face
I
could
look
at
you
forever
and
never
get
enough

the
light
that
shines
from
your
eyes
sometimes
overwhelms
me
and
I
can't
see

he
made
me
feel
like
the
sun
the
breeze
all
the
better
parts
of
a
day

the 

audience 

watched 

I 

read 

my 

poems 

my 

daughter 

peed 

on 

my 

shoes 

a
sail
boat
on
the
upper
bay
of
the
hudson
the
skyscrapers
behind

it's
the
roses
they
call
garden
party
I
think
Jackie
O
would
love
them

why 

did 

the 

poop 

cross 

the 

road 

because 

it 

was 

inside 

of 

the 

chicken

-sean & emily 

today
his
grey
hairs
stood
out
whispering
to
me
his
gentle
future

I
thought
about
how
I
might
hold
him
when
he
comes
home
I
miss
his
arms

by
the
sea
stars
of
your
love
reclining
on
the
heart
waves
of
your
kiss

I
thought
I'd
remember
his
pale
skin
as
he
was
dying
but
I
don't

let's
make
love
I'll
be
Elizabeth
Hardwick
you
can
be
Robert
Lowell