Sad Boy's Sad Boy -- CHARLES BERNSTEIN I ruin my hats and all the mat slides glad I hop my girls and all is skip again I jump I run you up inside my truck The car goes looping out in dark and light And yellow hat slides in I run my mats and all the girl slides glad I hoped you skipped me into luck And jump me black, ruin me glad I jump I run you up inside my truck I jump my slopes and all the dopes slide glad I glide my luck and all is slip again I jump my hopes and all the rope glides sad I skip you jump the way you said But I run old and sigh your name I ruin my mats and all the girl slides glad At least when luck hops it skips back again A rune my mats and all the girls slide glad I jump I run you up inside my truck After "Mad Girl's Love Song" by Sylvia Plath https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/49514/sad-boys-sad-boy
Sad Not Sad Song for Missing Amy God, I miss you, honey, and your little red car, the bumper sticker I'd Rather Be Reading Bernstein -- & your joyful laugh. We don't know where you are. Remember how we'd meet for poetry & coffee in that ill-fated place across from Linda's? God, I miss you, Amy darling, and your little red car. Life fucked you & you fucked it back, baby, hard. Made 2 kids, & poetry & bird baths & children's books & your joyful laugh. Now we don't know where you are because you're "dead" but I know in my bones you're just transformed, your energy into sun & wind & wildflowers & God. I miss you, woman, your red cars, those mornings of poetry & dirt dishing & friendship, evenings with wine & poetry & above all else your giggle, your joyful laughter. We may not know where you are now exactly, except everywhere & inside us & & in poetry, & memory, & stories, your family & God, & red convertibles, & all this missing you, lovely, & your joyful laugh -- don't know where you are, dear, but you ARE. You go on. & that's all that matters.