Horus8 & The WerewolvesDear Mrs. Sexton
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Tuesday, February 22, 2005 3:15:05 AM
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A poem about my crush on the poet Ann Sexton

Production, Michael Jost

Just what iffying one day
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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