I
couldn’t
very
well
leave
while
the
radio
played
huey
lewis

I
climb
the
stairs
to
share
her
laugh
and
the
second
floor
ghosts
call
to
me

I’m
writing
writing
in
my
dreams
in
my
head
on
your
body
write
me

my
eyes
slide
over
the
words
while
my
mind
takes
time
thinking
over
you

and
then
the
sun
came
out
and
the
trees
weren’t
leaning
or
heavy
with
rain

hear
them
laughing
and
cheering
not
far
away
I’m
sick
with
sad
again

the
trees
by
this
coast
lean
and
lean
with
the
wind
and
maybe
I’m
amazed

I
said
nothing
only
blushed
pink
kawaii
a
shade
I
do
quite
well

always
beside
you
inside
you
residing
in
you
a
ghost
I
ride
you

‘tis
the
season
when
spiders
come
to
stay
and
the
cobwebs
keep
us
warm

the
sun
had
rained
rain
had
shined
the
poems
came
from
the
candle
flames

she
calls
me
kiddo
kiddo
she’s
not
even
that
much
older
than
me

poems
came
from
the
candles
witches
sang
futures
sam
played
the
piano

I
had
to
write
words
I
had
to
feed
mouths
I
took
a
bath
braided
my
hair

she
drew
me
crying
in
my
room
because
she
said
I
do
that
a
lot

thinking
about
the
poems
I’ve
lost
or
the
poems
I
broke
up
with

babes
tell
me
it’s
going
to
be
okay
but
like
so
I
believe
it

I’ve
been
neglecting
you
my
pretty
pet
my
pretty
pretty
pet

we
contemplated
the
dead
squirrel
in
the
yard
I
think
it
was
her
time

dear
god
I
hope
you
get
the
letter
and
I
pray
you
can
make
it
better

-xtc

will
she
let
me
in
underneath
her
clothes
that
girl
got
skin
like
a
ghost

-frank black and the catholics

she
carries
a
bolline
for
the
herbs
she
has
her
hands
in
many
cauldrons

the
good
moon
its
blinding
white
light
pushing
through
the
blinds
to
wake
me
up

he
thought
I’d
left
but
I
was
in
the
car
crying
hoping
he’d
find
me

I
wanted
to
be
leaves
on
the
wind
moved
suddenly
never
minding

what
I
meant
to
say
was
I
want
to
die
in
the
fall
it
seems
a
good
time

the
perfect
fall
sun
breeze
on
my
skin
the
moment
I
hope
I
will
die

the
lemon
zest
reminded
me
I
wanted
to
be
home
my
desert
home

I’m
not
afraid
of
you
runnin’
away
baby
I
get
the
feelin’
you
won’t

-tom petty

she
has
her
hands
in
the
cauldron
her
feet
on
the
ground
her
hair's
the
wind

the
old
woman
sat
in
the
rain
with
her
book
she'd
seen
a
thing
or
two

I
don't
remember
walking
into
this
room
everything's
a
haiku

the
sad
crept
in
and
I
can't
sleep
tonight
it
seems
neither
can
the
wind

cover
me
shut
the
door
and
cover
me
well
I'm
looking
for
a
lover

-bruce springsteen

the
grass
I'll
take
in
purple
the
sky
in
orange
the
clouds
in
blue
and
pink

I'd
walk
in
the
room
someone
would
ask
if
I'd
like
a
glass
of
champagne

something
old
something
new
something
borrowed
something
blue

I
tell
you
girls
I
dig
you
but
I
just
don't
have
time
to
sit
and
chit

-aretha franklin

american
darling
darling
witch
the
woman
pencil
perfectly
sharp

I'm
so
cool
because
you're
my
mom
was
the
best
gift
she
coulda
gave
me

he
doesn't
visit
often
but
when
he
does
he's
still
a
hummingbird

dreamer
the
mystic
desire
to
make
great
but
careful
dear
in
your
choice

leaf
writing
letters
with
wind
sending
them
to
others
to
find
and
read

a
people
that's
never
danced
a
rain
dance
danced
like
it
was
the
last
dance

I
liked
grandmother
lizzie's
room
best
it
faced
the
sea
which
just
made
sense

I
pulled
my
card
the
queen
of
cups
heard
a
ukulele
on
the
winds

roy
orbison
playing
softly
I'd
wear
taffeta
mix
him
a
drink

I
pretend
so
hard
my
street's
a
river
it's
water
I
hear
not
cars

grandmother's
black
rabbit
fur
hat
or
her
halo
she
shone
from
her
light

I
want
to
marry
a
lighthouse
keeper
and
keep
him
company

-sunforest

I'm
just
a
happy
ghost
here
not
here
you
feel
me
don't
you
I
feel
you

summer
said
she'd
be
leaving
us
soon
fall
called
to
say
he's
on
his
way

the
citylights
headlights
blurry
bright
made
for
me
for
me
to
dream
on

fire's
ashes
like
a
heavy
winter
blanket
old
and
smelling
like
death

I
love
you
lone
sailboat
on
the
river
the
one
with
her
sails
tied
down

sometimes
I
go
into
your
studio
and
just
sit
in
your
chair

he's
got
the
look
and
he
knows
it
at
least
I
hope
my
eyes
told
him
so

the
ash
falling
in
our
hair
I
wondered
does
the
cat
feel
nostalgia

I
didn't
take
pictures
of
them
building
sandcastles
by
the
river

I
have
problems
real
problems
like
how
I
fall
for
everybody

one's
like
a
butterscotch
candy
the
other
is
chocolate
caramel

I
forget
many
things
but
not
the
long
grass
brushing
against
my
thighs

I
catch
the
thistle
seed
make
a
wish
but
wishes
are
not
practical

got
a
black
magic
woman
in
my
heart
she's
tryin'
to
make
a
devil

like
wonderland
the
words
fall
around
me
but
I
can't
put
them
in
my
mouth

I
would
explain
to
you
blue
my
dark
knight
then
orange
the
lonely
hunter

the
pay
phone
as
ancient
ruins
a
generational
divide

with
the
only
sound
for
you
being
the
occasional
lawn
sprinkler

when
we
would
wake
and
bake
with
our
coffees
before
you
were
mean
to
me

it
got
cold
the
cat
bounced
about
the
yard
I
felt
better
anyway

she
asked
me
what
omen
meant
5
days
after
her
5th
year
'round
the
sun

I
didn't
throw
your
shirt
on
your
chair
today
I
hung
it
in
the
closet

I
dreamt
of
mice
I
didn't
believe
were
there
he
tried
to
tell
me

earth
my
body
water
my
blood
air
my
breath
fire
my
spirit
repeat

that
park
I
pretend
I'm
on
the
english
countryside
castle
ruins
behind

she
lived
on
a
street
but
which
street
she
lived
in
a
town
but
which
town

my
cactus
siren
call
my
netherworld
I
love
you
dark
cloud
woman

the
smashed
melon
in
the
street
made
me
blush
I
can't
stop
thinking
about

I
sang
some
poems
we
talked
with
some
wine
I
made
a
couple
days

if
I
was
s'rounded
by
all
the
books
then
only
then
might
I
be
happy

and
then
there
was
lonely
sneaking
up
on
my
heart
the
devil
inside

speaking
of
cars
with
attitudes
wee
bae
my
baby
turned
5
today

the
devil
would
come
to
me
softly
like
a
round
peachy
after-sex
face

he
can't
help
his
blue
eyes
gypsy
chariot
or
the
way
they
look
at
you

his
palm
tree
my
daily
mantra
architectural
claims
on
my
heart

we
talked
about
taking
fuckboy
back
he's
not
a
fuckboy
he's
my
fuckboy

once
I
couldn't've
lived
without
you
now
I
can
hardly
see
your
face

the
weed
with
the
purple
flowers
that
grows
up
amongst
the
rose
briar

suckin'
on
my
titties
like
you
wanted
me
callin'
me
all
the
time

-peaches

he's
the
sultan
of
sultanas
the
king
of
queens
he's
my
man
my
man

she
goes
through
long
dramatic
bouts
of
depression
and
I
think
she
likes
it

let
me
tell
you
about
the
best
summer
roses
the
la
croix
was
flowing

and
winter
reminds
me
how
the
rose
is
just
a
devilish
briar

she's
feeling
what
I'd
felt
I'd
felt
her
feelings
they
were
hard
feelings
to
feel

I
need
a
feeling
you
know
the
one
baby
will
you
download
it

his
baby
blue
slacks
the
sunset
the
colors
of
my
little
pony

the
grocery
store's
the
super
mart
little
girls
still
break
their
hearts
uh
huh

-sonny & cher

the
crack
pop
of
the
can
when
you
pull
the
tab
the
fizzy
splashes
your
hand

crayons
legos
scraps
of
paper
shoes
the
parts
of
things
make
up
the
floor

the
sunflowers
provided
me
shade
the
dragonflies
some
music