Bobby

All the actors from the sitcoms

I watched as a child are dead.

And the musicians, assassinated

or natural

causes. Take a hint

they shout from the top tier

of the ancient Roman

amphitheater. No

I will not take a hint. I still

make a mean

bowl of soup which can now

be poured directly

from a can and inserted

into a box that heats

via electromagnetic radiation.

I once owned

a guitar and learned me

some of the chords to “Me

and Bobby McGee” and damn

if I couldn’t sing

good.

My voice was not like Janis.

Nothing like Janis. It was high

serene

forthcoming

piercing

mezzo

very lyric

very trill

hugely skinny like a water spout

the neighbors complained about

its beauty I sang I sung I’m singing

I barely began to begun

and I’m not done.