...of dreaming
When will she wake up?

My new favorite poet is a fifteen year old girl.
Margaret is clever it's astounding.
I knew youth was coming like this but usually when I saw it up close they we're just these maniacal computer wiz kids but this girl seems to party.
I hope she meets Alex Turner someday.
I hope she meets Andrew VanWyngarden too.
I don't know why, but I guess it's because they're dashing and she deserves the best.
I hope the world don't tangle her up too much and don't sit on her like a fat bully.
I know she can dodge it though and we need her and her vision of peace like a checkpoint.
My favorite new poet is a fifteen year old girl.
Shine on Margaret, light up the world.

I look for repetition in my
Poetry  
Run my hands through
Months of whittling and
Fitting
Words into figurines to
Detect

Boredom by border between
Own style and
Self-copying crossed
I find

The strongest move
I can make
Is to keep writing
However the Hell I
Want.

you can feel
you can see
you can believe
but you can never know

sorrow
disbelief
sadness
pain
like they do

destruction
disorder
unprepared
that is how they feel
only they, really know

Falling,
Falling,
Falling;
Like a leaf
In autumn

Growing,
Growing,
Growing;
Like a tree
Year round

Curving
   Round and
Round;
   Like a leaf
In autumn