Love Song No. 12 Dec. 8
Bending like
Light
In Einstein’s occipital,
I saw a woman in red.
She was yesterday, and I don’t care,
Nor do I care for
The Grateful Dead.
She wore black boots,
I thought of Grace Slick,
I sat on a stratus blue,
For I love Ms. Julie
And pray on our stars,
We’d sit upon Sirius too.
Sail me, dear Gods, dear Gods of love,
Tomorrow I could fall down, still
We’ll dine on milk chocolate and
Vanilla milk shakes
In Dublin, the Irish and star lit town.