I wont think of the spoon i wont think of the spoon i wont think of the spoon

Cadillacs in the resevoir

and a car ride

to the far side

of New York.

I’m a spork in the

china drawer

and a dormant star

in desperate need of a spark.

Is it too late

to talk about the spoon yet?

It’s been a month and a half

since it was my birthday.

How could I so much

as think of the spoon

at a time like this?