we
meet
and
recite
poetry
it's
very
dead
poet's
society

baby
it's
cold
outside
none
of
the
animals
are
leaving
their
nests

the
flames
of
the
fire
look
so
good
hugging
the
side
of
the
log
like
that

you
can
play
with
the
queen
of
hearts
break
her
even
but
I'm
the
queen
of
spades

she
sang
I
can
hardly
wait
and
I
really
couldn't
hardly
wait

it's
that
one
poem
I
love
so
much
but
that
I
worded
all
wrong

I'll
be
the
stenographer
in
your
hammet
novel
you'll
be
the
dick

I
was
having
the
most
beautiful
dream
of
you
then
the
girls
woke
me
up

I
like
his
hand
on
my
cheek
and
his
arm
around
the
small
of
my
back

my
hero
met
death
I
had
forgotten
he
was
just
a
man
just
a
man

as
a
child
when
playing
star
wars
i
was
always
han
solo
always

I
feel
so
good
I
feel
so
fine
you
make
me
love
this
beautiful
life

he
had
the
beatles
playing
I
was
thinking
of
the
anchovy
olives

the
solstice
and
its
moon
lyrics
sung
by
the
ronettes
goodnight
my
sweet

it
was
the
longest
darkest
wettest
day
tomorrow's
winter
solstice

dreams
of
last
night's
party
and
everyone's
taking
stills
of
the
shadows

it
was
raining
and
sunny
kinda
like
how
i
cry
when
i'm
happy

he
said
oh
i
love
this
song
turned
the
radio
up
and
tapped
his
leg

I
wanna
marry
you
again
I
wanna
marry
you
forever

when
she
said
she's
got
feathers
in
her
hair
she
gets
down
to
beat
poetry

santa
baby
all
i
want
for
christmas
is
you
little
drummer
boy

granny
said
she'd
pray
for
me
and
she's
the
only
one
I'd
let
do
that

'twas
another
cold
dark
autumn
morning
the
kind
that
becomes
winter

his
headlights
in
the
darkened
autumn
window
inauspicious
and
bright

love's
a
hand
me
down
brew
i'll
never
know
a
sunday
in
this
weekday
room

- peggy lee

i
saw
his
face
and
my
pussy
wetted
warmed
and
i
ached
to
touch
it

raindrops
in
my
tea
the
fire
was
inviting
my
husband
gave
me
his
kiss

the
cats
howled
at
each
other
their
ears
bent
the
rain
pouring
down
the
moon

he
came
up
behind
me
with
breath
and
held
my
hair
with
both
of
his
hands

maybe
I
need
your
loving
maybe
I'm
nothing
without
your
loving

they
think
i'm
something
but
i
know
i'm
nothing
and
it's
ok
with
me

crazy
rains
came
from
what
I
figured
was
the
anger
of
a
goddess

he
said
sophistication
is
knowing
how
to
be
fluid
like
water

I
walked
in
the
rain
I
didn't
want
to
but
when
I
did
I
felt
better

the
song
is
about
the
sky
and
how
my
heart
sings
when
I
see
you

the
wedding
portrait
hangs
in
front
of
the
white
curtains
the
kitchen
windows

the
river
looked
so
pretty
from
where
I
was
sitting
in
my
parked
car

the
universe
is
talking
to
me
again
give
us
a
minute
will
you

not 

unlike 

her 

rose 

garden 

the 

madam 

and 

her 

brothel 

were 

well 

kept  

how
could
it've
ever've
been
better
she
sang
it
couldn't've
no

I
felt
if
I
kept
walking
towards
the
moon
I
just
might
catch
it

he
made
me
really
hate
the
song
under
my
thumb
amongst
other
things

and
then
nature
gave
me
a
full
golden
moon
to
howl
at
tonight

there's
frost
all
over
the
ground
and
the
roofs
and
the
moon
is
hanging
low

it
was
like
he'd
handed
me
a
box
of
golden
hearts
some
holy
treasure

I
didn't
notice
the
rain
or
how
cold
it
was
I
only
watched
the
moon

I
don't
miss
him
he's
a
piece
of
shit
but
I
do
think
of
him
sometimes

I
keep
going
back
to
that
picture
of
you
the
one
where
you're
an
icon

my
dad
carries
chap
stick
a
handkerchief
and
his
keys
on
his
belt
loop

I
told
him
I
liked
her
better
when
she
was
drunk
she
made
for
good
fun

you're
good
for
me
and
I'm
no
good
for
you
you're
good
for
me
I'm
no
good

you
must
remember
reno
the
way
I
remember
reno
nevada

she
looked
good
next
to
the
music
she
gave
birth
to
that
sugary
beat

it
was
that
lonely
trumpet
calling
to
me
to
hold
it
give
myself
up

the
goose
pond
was
still
except
for
the
raindrops
playing
atop
of
it

and
with
that
your
eyes
held
me
they
knew
me
and
i
fell
for
you
again

or
it
went
like
this
the
wind
the
rain
the
clouds
then
the
power
went
out

the
rain
pelted
the
windows
the
wind
made
the
walls
sway
and
then
the
clouds

i
feel
the
way
the
sun
looks
today
serene
bright
hidden
by
grey
clouds

what
else
can
I
write
about
except
for
myself
and
this
blackened
sky

dear
god
make
me
a
bird
so
i
can
fly
far
far
far
away
from
here

-jenny curran

I
spat
on
the
ground
at
the
thought
there
was
a
golden
fire
in
my
gut

she
said
the
flame
reminds
her
of
love
'cause
love's
like
looking
into
the
fire

I
lay
in
my
qiuet
bed
hearing
his
sounds
footsteps
grinding
coffee

the
wind
is
when
i
remember
my
heart
felt
the
sky
and
i
was
high

smells 

from 

the 

kitchen 

intoxicating 

me 

making 

me 

wish 

you 

were 

here

it
was
cold
today
yet
still
somewhere
in
the
world
a
flower's
blooming

'twas
the
worst
martini
I've
ever
had
but
'mongst
the
best
company

when
my
rings
fall
loose
on
my
finger
and
the
jewel
I
feel
on
my
palm

blue
jeans
white
shirt
walked
into
the
room
you
know
you
made
my
eyes
burn

-lana del rey

chicago
was
playing
in
the
cafe
and
he
knew
every
word

something
about
the
way
I
feel
when
I
sit
in
the
sun
or
hear
the
rain

I 

love 

the 

way 

you 

taste

and 

smell

and 

think 

and 

breathe 

and 

sound 

and 

feel 

are 

her
mystery
was
in
her
sharp
features
and
her
severe
expressions

the
sun
behind
the
clouds
shedding
rays
of
light
like
there's
a
god
up
there

just
tell
me
to
hush
my
pretty
mouth
then
take
me
and
don't
let
me
choose

she
said
only
the
lonely
are
free
true
still
I'd
rather
be
trapped
with
you

for
some
love
is
a
battlefield
for
us
it's
more
like
a
dance
floor

I'm
a
woodland
witch
my
home
is
in
the
forest
near
the
mountain

when
he
calls
him
my
old
man
I
feel
in
place
just
one
of
my
favorite
things

I
kept
your
note
out
on
the
kitchen
table
the
whole
week
you'd
been
gone

like
looking
at
fire
I
listened
to
your
three
second
voice
mail
again

i
took
my
ring
off
to
clean
it
i
didn't
like
the
way
my
finger
felt

I
can't
love
you
more
than
I
do
my
heart
might
break
into
pieces
one
two

the
moon's
ablaze
with
light
behind
pink
clouds
bright
orange
leaves
blow
through
the
gorge

it
was
a
windy
howlin'
moon
over
her
majesty
the
mountain

death
was
on
my
heart
I
couldn't
be
alone
I
sought
out
the
river

I'm
missing
the
spiral
staircase
the
bar
stools
that
flowered
couch
so
much

is
it
the
end
and
how
do
i
know
i
need
to
be
prepared
tell
me
so

I'll
paint
you
a
green
picture
of
the
sea
the
moon
some
trees
and
their
leaves

shea
said
emotions
were
like
the
weather
and
with
that
she'd
told
my
whole
life

it's
hard
to
describe
the
meaning
this
road
and
the
cassette
tape
have
for
me

my
childhood
was
in
the
sky
above
me
my
future
somewhere
in
the
land

we
watched
the
river
she
saw
the
moss
the
mud
I
saw
rocks
the
ripple
breeze

somebody
tell
me
a
poem
please
somebody
tell
me
a
poem

the
sky
let
me
down
tonight
it
was
there
then
it
wasn't
now
it's
cold

their
eyes
exchanged
meaningful
glances
but
he
didn't
like
her
meaning

classic
timeless
forever
cool
eternal
life
never
no
always
yes

to
hear
my
daughter
sing
let
it
go
you'd
think
angels
were
sighing

and
then
he
came
home
to
me
and
I
didn't
have
to
miss
him
anymore