Seamus Heaney + Kanye West

Baby, I’ve been feeling you like a theme
song since I stepped off that off-brand
city bus & onto this funky street
where I get my gentlemen on, tipping

my chapeau to a moon poking through
the clouds like a felt shark’s fin. Baby,
I felt rain on my chest with the persistence
of a Jesus piece knocking about

in the bogs & puddles. There’s a gravel
rooftop liquored behind the emergency
door, the emergency of your summer
dress held tight by the iciest safety pin

& so we bling in our own effervescence.
We sing in pink lipstick’s happenstance.