A Orange Poem For My Hot Jamie
A couple of former astronauts Conceal honesty. This florist loves you As if in a trance. His favorite author Heartlessly Is just too tall. In the Rose Garden Not surprisingly, he realizes this isn't right. As predicted, My Hot Jamie realizes where he is. My Hot Jamie is writing about the seagulls' cries In the rose garden. The park is impermanent. He hopes that This all makes sense. Your Computer Poet Is jealous, lady. This moment has gotten out of control. And he believes in love. You may be in the wrong place this time. You don't really care what he does. Jamie, I seek you.