Cry Me A River

Today a wave of sadness hit me
and that was so cool it was like
my sadness was the new black.
I had this aura, maybe because you
were having a good day-sun,
lunch at Chez Panisse, a tax refund,
the guy/girl who smiled right into you.
Your good day was an elevator taking
me to the 32nd floor of my sadness-
looking down, I see you walking as my
being sad lounges in its smoking jacket.
My being sad today was tops and
I want you to have groovy credit.
All it needs now to give it legs
is if you see me and get a little itch,
a small twinge of envy. I would take
that and smear it on like cold cream.
I’d zip up the wet suit of your envy,
dive into the icy straits of sadness.
I’d swim, pull my long sad strokes through
your blue sea, leave you in my sad little wake.