Green Jacket Girl

you rejected my moonlight melodrama and asked for something substantial —because like when buying candy from the machine your decisions are based “a great deal on grammage” like lightning in a desert (and subtle too) was how you electrified me; after one week of the knowledge that you existed I was upside down and you were too leaving for Australia, or some rot like that I knocked on your door but it was locked and I was on the bottom of the world so I wrote you the sweetest letter you ever received in your life but you waited too long to let me know that; because on the seventh day after making a fool of myself I did something even stupider I shacked up with the first siren who looked at me twice —that’s what rejection does to you and man does it ever rot your gut— but I guess things happen that way and when you reappeared in fall I wanted to jump over the railing to show you what I was all about —but seconds later I was sipping coffee and reading my books so for years I wrote drivel and packaged it as decoy-cool but you didn’t bite you funny fish. I wish you had seen me that day with my cap and gown because I wanted you to be proud of me for just a minute, just once though we are basically strangers; I wish my dad owned a I wish you had seen me that day with my cap and gown because I wanted you to be proud of me for just a minute, just once though we are basically strangers; I wish my dad owned a library too then I could've read up on what makes you tick but like that moonlight hello on my doorstep this song of ours never happened— it's nobody's fault but it never got written, and for that at least I'll take the blame