My Heart Is Like A Three-Bean Salad

In my Dream I wandered through
The Record Store of Broken Hearts.

I saw Kurt Cobain's fiancee
Weeping in her would-have-been
Father-in-Law's arms.

(It was not Courtney Love)

Unwilling to watch her Grief
Any longer, I went to the Beach
Where I saw

A Woman in a Wet Suit
Pushing a squeegee-broom
Along the Sand

And a Black Man in an Orange Parka
Shooting a Wounded Bird
That had flown
All the way from Alaska

I started to cry
Walking where the Water
Foamed up against the Sand.

And just before I reached the Trestle
That crossed the Atlantic Ocean
I stopped to open my Chest
Like a Refridgerator Door

I felt the Light spilling out of me

I knew I was all
Sweet Pickles and
Salty Olives
Ketchup
and "El Diablo" Mustard
Inside--

I reached in where my Heart was
And pulled out a Small White Container
Filled with Two Tablespoons of
Three-Bean-Salad.

I wept near the Trestle
on the Lip of the Water
Holding the Three-Bean-Salad
Like an Offering--


"David, David! I Love You so MUCH!"

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