Poem for Charles Bernstein
By Shane Allison
Charles Bernstein understands the human heart
I wish Charles Bernstein ruled the world
Because of Charles Bernstein, I stay off the wrong side of the tracks
Charles Bernstein reminds me of Benny Hill
I touch the whiskers on Charles Bernstein's cat
Charles Bernstein says I could sleep in the basement
I dream I could be a great teacher like none other than Charles Bernstein
I cry because Charles Bernstein cries, too
I touch myself when thinking of Charles Bernstein wandering around inside me
I hear Charles Bernstein's motor bike rumbling down Martin Luther King Boulevard
I hear Charles Bernstein reading poetry at some crummy dive on the lower east side
Charles Bernstein is surrounded by flowers
I touch my lips when I see Charles Bernstein on stage
I taste the medicine Charles Bernstein gives me for my bronchitis
I imagine Charles Bernstein writing in my dreams
I am the man of the house when Charles Bernstein is gone
Charles Bernstein brainwashed me into believing that I'm a platypus
I smell Charles Bernstein's freshly baked cherry pies
I wish Charles Bernstein would stop cheating off my math test
My mother is having Charles Bernstein over for dinner
I say that Charles Bernstein can read my thoughts
Without Charles Bernstein, things are sour and bitter
I hear Charles Bernstein still and silent
Wish I could speak a little more like Charles Bernstein
I see and remember Charles Bernstein
I know I am the illegitimate son of Charles Bernstein
Because of Charles Bernstein, I am a potter
I imagine Charles Bernstein standing on snow-capped mountains
I don't want to think about what my life would be like without Charles Bernstein
You say you never stopped loving me, I say there is someone else, and his name is Charles Bernstein
I don't love you the same way I love Charles Bernstein
Why do I wonder so about Charles Bernstein
I feel this wall separating me and Charles Bernstein
I try to overcome my fear of loneliness, but without
The almighty words of Charles Bernstein, it's near
Impossible I enjoy small talk and big lies shared by Charles Bernstein
Don't you love this mink coat Charles Bernstein bought me
I wish I was a Buffalo , New Yorker like Charles Bernstein
I say things no one else understands except Charles Bernstein
Imagine Charles Bernstein wearing a pink bunny suit
I hope Charles Bernstein will come to my house and play Yahtzee with me
I see Charles Bernstein in the fog of Manhattan
I wonder if Charles Bernstein knows if I will ever get married
I see Charles Bernstein looking back at me in the mirror
Charles Bernstein invited me to stay the week at his condo in Aspen
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