I Know An American Girl. Poem by Luke Nicholson

I’ve known an American girl for a while but I’ve only just begun to meet her.

She has a lot to learn but so do I.

Through mutual love of all things written were try to understand the things we cannot put down.

She says you’re so cool and I say she’s needs to smile more.

I know an American girl.

The diaphanous vale of all things faint glimmers to the piano keys only we can hear, it’s a secret really… being sensitive to sound.

My English wit is in need of a good sharpen in the presence of the Watertown slang.

Some would say vixens know the most, I say not, they’re all well made evening dresses and a tendency to role play.

Everything’s a Jeff Buckley, a deep slow toke.

I get angry when the paint on the walls eclipse her lip stick but that matters not, through fluttered hearts and down played perception were stand off to one another.

Were writing a book and it’s gonna be called “An Englishman’s adventures with Yankievile”, I’ll put down the honesty and she’ll make it read intelligent.

I see the world in images, she in poetry.

I know an American girl who likes orphans, handy… but beyond repair.

I’m happy to have known an American girl.