A bit of Tao Lin

Tao Lin is an American poet, novelist, and short story writer. I sound like Wikipedia.

Although depressing, his poems are awesomely mundane.

This is by him:

"'That Night With The Green Sky'

It was snowing and you were kind of beautiful
We were in the city and every time I looked up
Someone was leaning out a window, staring at me

I could tell you liked me a lot or maybe even loved me
But you kept walking at this strange speed
You kept going in angles and it was confusing me

I think maybe you were thinking that you'd make me disappear
By walking at strange speeds and in a strange, curvy way
But how would that cause me to vanish from the planet Earth?

And that hurts
Why did you want me gone?
That hurts
Why?
Why?
I don't know
Some things can't be explained, I guess
The sky, for example, was green that night"