Poem for Amy Winehouse

                

Amy Winehouse! I'm with you in London
      where you're madder than I am
I'm with you on Entertainment Tonight
      where you must feel very circus geek
I'm with you in the Caribbean
      where you kept molesting that woman in a bar.
I'm with you in Blake's bed
      where he is such a whiny bitch about prison
I'm with you in the middle of the night
      when Motown and Motrin are the only true lovers
I'm with you in Rehab
      Wait, scratch that. No. Sorry.
I'm with you in tabloidia
       as you fend off paparazzi with swizzle sticks
I'm with you in court
      asking the Judge to explain what "penitence bloody means"
Amy Winehouse! I'm with you in the street
      face down wondering who that ugly bitch in the puddle is and
      why is she staring at me
I'm with you in the liquor store
      which is F.A.O. Schwartz for people like you and me
I'm with you in the cemetery of love
      where we both know exes have voodoo dolls and this is revenge
I'm with you in the all night grocery store
      talking to the persimmons and the quinces, telling them
      bedtime stories
I'm with you in that airplane
      where you bit the stewardess, because that is what we do...just
      like Jeffrey Dahmer said, "I bite"
I'm with you in your beauty
      like an Egyptian queen born with a dog snout you will not be
      bowed. sculptors can be made to idealize our likeness with
      force or threat
I'm with you in Hell
      where everything is capitalized because Hell's management
      is really just gay
I'm with you getting your eighty-seventh tattoo
      because the world never shuts up so why should our bodies or
      skin?
I'm with you in the cemetery
      laughing like an evil motherfucker, like the wind...
I'm with you in Africa
      saying "bloody 'ell i must have got on the wrong fuckin
      plane...AGAIN!"
I'm with you in your prison
      where the unjustly sober world has thrown you.
I'm with you at the Grammys
      where even Marilyn Manson was afraid of you and ran like a
      little girl
I'm with you in horrible London
      in my dreams you walk totally ripped from a sea-journey on the highway across a miracle in tears to the door of my house in the American night where I open my door and embrace you.