Mon, 28 Jun 2010 23:09:56 -0800WeeblyMon, 18 Jan 2010 08:23:13 -0800http://www.jennabrister.com/5/post/2010/01/kevin-costner-a-haiku-for-you-on-your-55th-birthday.htmlTears
Ray Kinsella
I sob uncontrollably every time
You turn your cornfield to a ball-field
You dance with wolves and kiss Stands-With-A-Fist
You send a message in a bottle from your widowed heart
You take a bullet for Whitney Houston
My tears flow when I see you in 2D
I get chills when you talk
With Terrance Mann
And ease his pain
But never can in
Waterworld

]]>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 13:34:43 -0800http://www.jennabrister.com/5/post/2010/01/zanzabar.htmlImpulse buy
At the tack-n-feed store
Two for ten, my best fowl friends
Under the hot lamp in a cardboard box of shavings
You grew too big for my living room, too big to nap on my collar bone
We walked, I talked, you quacked, we swam
Splashing, diving in the People Fountain
I overfed you; I'd never clip your wings
Too fat to fly and too white to hide
From the raccoons in Renton

Down feathers in my hair
Remind me of
Us

]]>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 13:10:46 -0800http://www.jennabrister.com/5/post/2010/01/to-the-land-gypsy-in-the-r-train.html I like the way you sing

“If you want my body
and you think I’m sexy
come on baby let me know”
with your 85 year old vocal cords.
 
Even though you are blind
You find your way
From car to car
Most days
Singing obscure pop songs.

If MTA made an album
Subway’s Greatest Hits
Your song about birds
Would be track one.

]]>Sat, 24 Jan 2009 11:03:41 -0800http://www.jennabrister.com/5/post/2009/01/first-post.htmli wrote this a few days after my cruiser was stolen off of the tree it was chained to on 73rd and York. it is a chilling, intimate look into how deeply sad i was.


i miss you so much it hurts

i thought of being with you
whenever i wasn't with you
i hurried home each day
to unchain you from the basement and back patio
and free us both

we cruised together around central park
around and down
just my cruiser
and my central park playlist
and a venti iced green tea

your bell rang best of all
and i'd ring it loud when it was just us
on that shortcut road by the ballfields
just us and your bell
telling the birds hi
and then goodbye
because we are fast

i loved being with you
going fast or slow
or laying in the sun in battery park

our trips i miss most
down the westside highway
that time you got hurt and your parts ripped off
i had to leave you down there
only to run back and put you over my shoulders
and carry you up that steep hill to a taxi
because you were too hurt to roll
and the bike store guy said he could fix you
i had grease all over my hands and a date that night
but you meant the most to me
those 2 kind meatheads offered to help
but it was my job

you were always so smooth
and i looked forward to cruising with you
it was always us together

once when we rode by strawberry fields
the homeless people were in the grass
singing "she's got a ticket to ride"
and i felt complete joy

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