Silver Frames

I saw your grandma she was buck naked in a Buick and I thought 'hey you’. I saw you on a `who's your baby-daddy' show you were in the audience. 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 about sleeping under the waves and I thought 'hey'. At a funeral home you look out from a self-portrait and its silver frame I watch you enter the flames, the silver flames. 'Hey you'.