not
everything
goes your way.
youre not gonna
eat every sundae.
you wont
get in
every threeway.
you wont always park
in the driveway.
her
name was ilka
she lived on a farm.
never too much
for city life but
she liked horses.
just like him.
just like everyone.
she liked punk music
and
collages.
didnt chew tobacco
like her friends.
but spit good.
a little
too good.
liked horses
better than me
cuz horses never
wrote poems.