Stoney Island

12/19/23

Some drink to remember.
Some drink to forget.
I drink to sweat tequila tears
as I watch myself repent.
One blew off with the wind-waves.
One lost to drugs.
The other married off n’ died,
so at their grave, I derive:
Come back, come back to Stoney Island
where the birds fly
and all the fishes swim.
Come back, come back to Stoney Island
don’t make this hard
my last goodbye.