Johnny Carson Poemby Jamie L. Buehner
When I was ten I listened to Tiffany and made signs for the barn cats to hang above the beds I also made for them out of hay. I think we're alone now and we were. When I was twenty I listened to CCR and made out with bartenders. When I was twenty- five my friend John hid an empty bottle of Chardonnay behind my sewing machine and I got mad because I was supposed to be the one he talked with about how he lied to other people like his dad and the police, and then Johnny Carson died and John asked me if I had any idea how many people he had made happy and I said no because I was still mad at him for lying about the wine, and there was a scar on his chest I never touched, and he cried once after a trip to the grocery store, because I was being mean, concerning myself with what he wasn't doing to make me happy and how he ground his teeth in sleep, but now I see what I never gave him and we both also still love the song We Are the World. Speaking of Bob Dylan, when I was twenty-eight Sam held my shoes at the Dylan concert and he knew the title of the song Love Minus Zero and that will always be enough for me and when he found a poem I wrote for him last year he said tears stung his tired eyes when he read it, and again I wanted him to hold me and rock me, I still don't think too much; the right amount. The greatest love of all, sang Whitney Houston, is easy to achieve and I used to sing it on ski hills but I don't really ski anymore, anyway she said learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all and I didn't know what she was talking about then but I think I am beginning to now & I know it has to do with music.