Tears 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  Zanzabar 01/13/2010
Impulse 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  To the land gypsy in the R train 01/13/2010
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. i miss you so much it hurts 01/24/2009
i 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. |