Monday, April 10, 2017
she is happiness
she is happiness
and she does't know
she is beautiful
and she does't think so
she is everything
and the reason i go
she is happiness
and she is sorrow
she is loved
and she does't know
copyright 2016
i remember
I remember
when i was younger
spending the very
last of my
pocket money
for a City Lights
pocket book
of poetry
i can't remember
it was either
Prévert or Corso
or maybe
Ferlinghetti
but i do remember
it would never
no matter
how much
i wanted to be
make any
poet of me
copyright 2016
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