under
the
boardwalk
down
by
the
sea
is
how
she
always
seems
to
me

he's
a
father
he
tucks
them
in
and
kisses
their
heads
so
they'll
remember

he'd
handed
to
me
the
gift
of
him
the
sex
in
his
voice
his
breath

red
with
rage
green
with
envy
pink
blushing
yellow
with
fear
blue
blue
blue

she
asked
me
when
we
were
going
to
die
I
felt
so
close
to
her
then

come
in
demon
make
yourself
at
home
would
you
care
for
a
cup
of
tea

I
left
that
feel
with
her
it
wasn't
my
feel
to
feel
anymore

the
poems
saved
me
when
I
thought
I
couldn't
go
on
they
pulled
me
back
in

the
sun's
ripe
today
he
hates
it
when
I
don't
screw
the
lids
onto
things

I
stayed
up
listening
then
and
I'll
stay
up
listening
again

it's
a
sad
song
quite
but
I
love
it
anyway
it
makes
me
happy

sing
me
something
let's
sit
here
in
the
sunny
breeze
and
think
about
things

london
texting
this
faraway
town
london
texting
some
poems
she
found

I
miss
her
wood
paneled
walls
smokey
the
cat
her
fried
spam
sandwiches

monday
blues
on
a
friday
sunday
driving
on
a
saturday

baby
it's
the
way
you
sing
miss
you
better
than
jagger
ever
could

suddenly
the
sky
got
black
and
I
knew
the
sky
was
in
a
bad
mood
too

sing
a
song
for
me
my
darling
sing
a
song
for
your
beatnik
mama

red
hot
curled
burnt
the
first
rose
blooms
of
the
season
were
rushed
from
the
womb

I
like
pretending
I'm
places
I'm
not
that
house
looks
scary
at
daybreak