It's Hard For Me To Think Of My Heart As Anything
but heavy pink organ. And there's no better organ
than Steve Winwood's in the Spencer Davis Group.
I listen to "Gimme Some Lovin'" to feel something
other than a hawk-call off the canyon wall.
Because it's manic. Rubber bones and new color.
A borrowed pulse rattling my palpitations.
I'm trying to compose my days into movements
of joy and kindness—which sounds like the bullshit
I see on kitchen magnets, but really, I can't think
of anything better to guard the left over slice of pizza.
A good garlicy crust is a joy. To appreciate the quality
of pizza ingredients is a kindness. To listen is a joy.
To listen is a kindness. To be interested is a joy.
To forgive one's self is a kindness. Forgive me,
Heart, for forgetting you're also a basketball,
an old birch tree, a good 45, a firecracker, dancing
with an August woman, a heavy pink organ.
- Rob Kenagy (from Vinyl Poetry)