June 5, 1941 – January 11, 2004
here’s a nod to Spalding Gray
who left the stage upon this day
and I will sorely miss the way
he made neurosis seem okay
and everything is going fine
I think of him and sip my wine
behind that table Spalding Gray
put all his demons on display
the monologues a life’s buffet
he lived inside them every day
and everything is going fine
I think of him and sip my wine
that every joke was free to play
and every gripe would have its say
his charming voice we thought would sway
that out of death he’d talk his way
and everything is going fine
I think of him and sip my wine
