Hey You

I saw you grandma, you were buck naked in a Buick and I thought 'hey you’. I saw you on a `who's your baby-daddy' show, you wore a pic of the killer Ernesto Guevara on your T - I thought 'hey you’. Behind old photographs secret lives remain radio-active there is fall-out. I saw you in a fishy tale making out with hippy waves; I thought 'hey'. In the funeral home a portrait of you silver frame. Hey, grandma! I hear your silver laughter see the rainbows, the flowers. Hear a silver song or two as you enter the flames, the silver flames. 'Hey you'.