Artists

Day after Elvis' birthday, and Prince is at my deli, 

looking at the pop in the cooler.

Cynthia, Lucy and me studied this guy 

with eyes set deeper in a head closer to the earth than ours,

He decided to sing for us for free— 

“I don’t need the Mercedes or the TV, don’t give me the money

just the whole Journey!"  

Was it Yes or No

or someone we didn’t know?

We know we remember

and we’re in his art

Are we poetry 

and everything else

any day or never?

He jumped so high, laughed and gently gave us 

a great first line for our song,

swaying and loving “girls, first hug me, we’re pretty”

“Don’t you hate the pain that goes with being hurt?” 

“We don’t like it, oh well, so use it

like meanies did to us. Namaste', we pray 
Sanity Resist together! 

Was it Yes or No

or someone we didn’t know?

We know we remember

and we’re in his art

are we poetry 

and everything else

any day or never?

An angel in a race against time 

and he seemed to be groovin’ with it

but us girls knew he would move up and fly

but now it seemed it wasn’t sinning, just living,

and getting grown with people that never grew up.

We didn’t need to drink or dance and sing, but it was everything

we remember—

Was it Yes or No

or someone we didn’t know?

We know we remember

and we’re in his art

are we poetry 

and everything else

any day or never?