i love that sound
a wind walks by and stirs the trees
that rushing breathing sound
the leaves make as the branches are swayed in the wind
i love the many voices of daylight
a lawnmower and childrens laughter
birds chattering
a small plane boiling overhead
pulling a sign for some event
i love the sound of summer

i love its taste
ice cold soda when your sitting on hot pavement
the texture of a overcooked hotdog at a ballpark
i love the taste of
your lips while you are sunbathing
sweat and sunscreen are an ****** mix
i love how summer tastes to my mind
it feels young
it tastes free

i reach up with incredible grace
****** the contrail from that jetliner far overhead
and tie it into a ribbon for your hair
there you go my lovely
you are a young french princess of the world
i love your taste most of all
you taste like love to me

If ever I must sing as poets have
Then the world would be haunted
They'd find I was mad
I'd sing to the stars
I'd sing to the moon
No place on this earth
Could hide from my tunes

See my words sound on paper so wicked
and loud
Yet sing as I do
No poets allowed

The writing goes dancing all over the sheet
My voice in an octave
Not pleasant indeed
My shrill is the dreading of living in range
One shout of my music
Sends war from the planes
I've tried many lessons to
Be just like them
The greats like Lord Bryon
Keats and Miss Anne

Well I read the "Farewell"
Unusual for me as reading old lines
Means nothing but trees
She leaped of the page and incited
My views
I know where's she lays now
I bow to her muse

Three years I've been singing as poets would have
Yet all I find out there are
Wishes and sad
I want to send volumes for all of the land
I want to find gold
The never the grand
I want to sing out yet my voice
Goes unheard
I want to rejoice
My willing my verse
One day that I'm famous the poets will say
Please sing for us badly
As dead as I be  
And sing like an angel ..
My pure
poetry

It's been two whole months since I last saw him.
(And I'm not talking about a boyfriend,
Or a past love).
Two months have come
And gone
Since I last saw
My own father.
And the worst part is
I've liked it.