I have written bad poems Under the blue moon Those curled toes Blue suede shoes In the purple rain I want to write a bad poem Listening to “If loving you are crime” A poem not for you No longer for you In the purple rain In the end The end is a shame This poem aren’t for you I still want to get wet In the purple rain A night; a long time ago Found a cassette in my jacket pocket Listening to it one song found its mark “Your heart is not in it” by Janie Frickie Dry, under a roof