suzanne vega

i wish i could be
suzanne vega
a pixie wisp
with big eyes
narrow bones
a voice like a 2mm
sable brush

like her
i’m left of centre
on the outskirts
and the fringes

like her
i met another spinner
of strange and gauzy threads
jester of the courtyard
hands of raining water
all of that
night was the cathedral where we
talked
and talked
and talked

most of the time
i like
what i am
it’s useful
being tall
and strong
and spraycan

but when i hear pretty li’l
suzanne vega
i wish i was
like her

you know why

What do you think?