I
heard
the
words
I'll
fly
away
oh
glory
and
saw
the
sculptured
saints

he
put
on
some
michael
jackson
he
was
in
the
mood
for
christmas
music

I
tell
her
that
we'll
live
forever
I
don't
care
if
it's
a
lie

when
you
cross
your
legs
that
way
I
imagine
it's
all
just
to
tempt
me

be
your
most
rotten
keep
your
moustache
from
me
I'll
love
you
all
the
more

he'd
pick
me
up
onto
his
motorbike
and
ride
me
off
into
the
sun

let
me
come
over
I
know
you
know
when
you
dance
I
can
really
love

-neil young

just
call
her
snow
angel
of
the
morning
pour
some
sugar
plums
on
her

she
holds
herself
like
she's
going
to
walk
away
but
she
doesn't

thinking
about
the
house
parties
of
my
youth
and
I'm
claustrophobic

in
the
snow
we
were
sexton
kumin
wrangling
over
poems
and
coffee

I
said
don't
do
anything
I
wouldn't
do
which
leaves
her
a
lot
of
room

take
me
to
that
cottage
by
the
pine
send
me
off
on
that
holiday
road

she's
got
the
look
what
in
the
world
could
make
a
brown-eyed
girl
turn
blue

-roxette

entry:
I
should've
pressed
that
rogue
winter
rose
in
some
book
before
it
froze

a
child
is
born
with
no
state
of
mind
blind
to
the
ways
of
mankind

-grandmaster flash & the furious five

don't
push
me
'cause
I'm
close
to
the
edge
I'm
trying
not
to
lose
my
head

-grandmaster flash & the furious five

from
now
on
our
troubles
will
be
miles
away
or
until
tomorrow

she
ain't
done
writing
yet
her
life
is
full
of
stories
that
need
played
out

the
half
moon
followed
us
she
thought
about
the
dreams
she
might
have
tonight

moon
came
out
clouds
slipped
around
I
found
you
or
nothing
gently
silenced

she
took
a
long
cold
walk
to
get
her
short
hot
coffee
grey
as
it
was

we
talked
about
what
we'd
do
with
some
fuck
you
money
if
we
had
it

she
was
still
trying
to
decide
when
she
loved
him
most
his
eyes
that
mind

her
voice
had
changed
a
deeper
shade
the
child
was
gone
she
was
a
mother

the
music's
getting
to
me
I
can't
breathe
I'd
hold
your
hand
but
you're
not
here

speaking
of
the
lighted
church
bell
tower
I
need
to
write
a
poem

she
laughed
when
I
looked
up
everyone
was
smiling
her
laugh
was
so
good

smiling
she
handed
me
the
coffee
and
said
that'll
getcha
goin'

the
wheat
grows
up
to
be
cut
down
grandma
will
never
meet
my
babies

I
want
to
remember
what
you
look
like
when
you're
jumping
on
the
bed

don't
you
love
her
madly
need
her
badly
boy
you're
gonna
carry
that
weight

the
memories
I
didn't
take
pictures
of
the
walks
I'll
surely
forget

it's
quiet
oh
so
quiet
like
the
kind
that's
unloved
and
left
behind

you
are
a
good
time
he
sang
and
I
wrestled
with
some
desert
ghosts

sing
to
me
while
I
imagine
myself
naked
on
a
circular
bed

I
don't
have
much
but
this
little
light
of
mine
I'm
gonna
let
it
shine

fog
through
the
tree
tops
I
said
this
mother
right
here
that's
why
I'm
alive

I'd
step
from
the
city
street
corner
into
acres
of
land
and
sky

she
put
on
townes
van
zandt
and
I
recalled
that
we
shared
a
birthday

it
all
sounded
lonely
the
train
the
rain
and
the
cold
cold
dark
morning

living
in
the
present
to
have
a
future
then
look
back
on
the
past

when
he
misses
me
I'm
the
happiest
girl
in
the
whole
USA

she
ordered
the
lord
in
a
pot
so
that
she
should
drink
and
become
whole

if
he
only
knew
the
many
times
I've
reached
out
to
touch
him
but
didn't

it's
heavy
so
heavy
like
someone
died
my
whole
countryman
quiet

and
we
need
to
believe
in
magic
the
kind
we
ourselves
create

we
wanted
to
talk
about
it
but
we
didn't
want
to
say
anything

he
always
knows
just
what
kind
of
music
to
play
in
the
cafe

our
hearts
flying
half
mast
the
spirit
of
my
people
wounded
grieving

will
you
say
hello
to
the
world
for
me
sadness
and
I
have
a
date

the
sun'll
rise
tomorrow
I'll
walk
this
road
again
the
sun'll
rise
tomorrow

she
didn't
ask
how
I
felt
she
knew
and
she
was
ready
with
her
smile

I
look
for
the
moon
each
morning
I
wake
every
night
before
I
rest

there
were
no
good
syllables
that
night
let
alone
seventeen
of
them

we
didn't
keep
all
the
promises
we
made
so
we
made
some
new
ones

I
love
saying
her
name
her
name
I
wish
I
had
a
cool
sounding
name

she
told
me
to
consider
the
moon
and
I've
been
considering
it

can
you
feel
something
without
touching
it
the
car
commercial
asked
me

I
wanna
live
I
wanna
die
I
wanna
do
all
the
things
in
between

where
do
we
go
when
we
die
she
asked
I
don't
know
I've
never
died
before

my
grandmother
the
plants
my
father
the
street
lamps
my
mother
the
fog

she
laughs
at
her
own
jokes
I
turn
what
she
says
to
me
into
poems

I
missed
my
grandmother's
I
told
him
love
your
jerks
I
thought
love
your
jerks

with
moments
of
hush
the
road
goes
on
forever
the
party
never
ends

we
talked
about
how
we
loved
odes
maybe
writing
an
ode
to
the
ode

I
sat
by
the
door
though
it
was
cold
I
could
smell
the
rain
when
it
opened

I
tried
to
ignore
them
through
the
repetition
of
angel
olsen

the
older
men
chatted
they
had
been
friends
forever
I
was
jealous

sometimes
I
kiss
my
wedding
ring
and
pretend
I'm
really
kissing
you

I
really
like
her
I
love
her
I
brought
her
light
and
she
brings
me
wise

I
looked
at
her
and
waited
for
her
to
say
something
but
she
never
did

she
sits
by
the
backdoor
when
riding
the
bus
she
has
an
anxious
way

the
light
came
in
I
didn't
care
what
they
were
saying
with
their
pictures

and
those
bushes
so
common
that
look
soft
but
stab
me
like
the
cactus

in
my
lap
I
nosed
her
curls
I
want
to
keep
you
forever
she
said

I
was
troubled
restless
envious
and
wished
I
was
better
received

may
I
rest
in
peace
praise
be
and
come
back
as
a
pink
lady
apple

maybe
she's
watching
our
soap
like
I
am
wondering
what
I'm
up
to

I
like
how
he
says
he
received
her
I
want
a
dream
to
visit
me

my
king
jester
rogue
knight
your
queen
lady
in
wait
courtesan
of
the
night

eating
an
apple
reading
the
handbook
for
the
recently
deceased

I
wished
I
had
a
god
to
pray
to
he
told
me
to
just
make
one
up

the
poem
was
an
apology
it's
the
only
way
I
could
say
it

I
cooked
bacon
for
dinner
I
wrote
some
poems
and
kissed
my
husband

he
was
a
man
of
faith
without
his
mountain
without
his
sun
with
no
sky

don't
worry
little
poem
even
if
you're
not
in
the
book
you're
still
loved

I
wrote
a
poem
when
I
was
trying
to
write
a
story
a
song

the
little
leaf
devil
we
walked
by
when
she
wanted
to
hold
my
hand

he
wanted
it
bad
I
shut
him
down
I
could
hear
her
missing
her
alps

the
husband
answered
the
wife
but
the
wife
was
talking
to
the
cat

the
deck
hand
said
that's
why
we
was
singing
we
was
singing
for
the
boat

I'm
going
to
meet
my
publisher
I
really
love
saying
those
words

my
tears
are
cold
in
this
weather
that's
all
I
have
to
say
about
that

she's
a
presence
that
likes
the
creative
she
sets
herself
up
for
good

when
the
book
you're
reading
describes
the
season
in
which
you
are
feeling

I
don't
want
him
to
need
me
I
want
him
to
want
me
crave
me
hurt
for
me

my
daughter
my
voice
from
my
body
to
your
mind
take
her
with
great
care

touching
him
is
over
sweet
never
and
dying
is
forever

he
sang
to
me
he
had
his
eye
on
me
I'd
go
home
with
him
forever