This book has three sections: Guitar, Love and God. These poems explore those terrifying feelings and revelations we have as we flail aimless and uncertain through life. But really, we could distill most songs, passions, pursuits and even wars down to one thing: She Doesn't Love Me. I Am Sad. This book is that feeling, and perhaps the most elaborate love letter the author has ever written. I just want to send a girl into hysterics She could tell me that I'm clever and she likes my lyrics Read me all her poetry late at night Visit art shows like a couple of hipsters Kiss her with tongue, yea she's making her hips work In flared out corduroy pants Someday she'll dance with me They say that love is for the young and the dumb Well you're young And I'm dumb We could work it out