A poem about my crush on the poet Ann Sexton
Production, Michael Jost
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Just what iffying one day
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It's Summer time at the funeral
You're so divine supernatural
I see you there but you don't see me
I'll keep on hoping we were meant to be
But, we went crash, boom, bam
I thought you knew
we went crash, boom, bam
I thought you knew
how to love
Someone like me
It's Autumn now at the carnival
I follow you there instinctual
That lemonade sure stang your lips
As I stare, at your growing hips
But, we went crash, boom, bam
I thought you knew
we went crash, boom, bam
I thought you knew
how to love
A fool like me
It's winter-time at the festival
Ice sculptured rows of chilled denial
You're skating on the pond, with your new Bo
You're so in love that I turn and go
I go crash, boom, bam
I thought you knew
I went crash, boom, bam
I thought you knew
I see through
Your transperacy
It's Spring at last in the hospital
I paint all day 'habitual'
I'm better now, and so high above
The Doctors cut out all our love
It went crash, boom, bam
I thought you knew
It went crash, boom, bam
I wish you knew
how to love
Border-line...
Serenity
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