It was him

If there ever was a man
who listened to the way he felt
over the way he thought
or the way others thought

it was him.

no dance moves
no music
like his
could ever come from the head

only the heart

my childhood spent
in a car seat
in the backseat
of my mom's minivan
singing to his tapes
even if I didn't get the words

watching him on tv
wanting to dance
at the age of 3
he's the reason why
i spent hours
in the afternoons
with a remote control hitting
rewind
play
rewind
play
rewind
fast foward
play

watching thriller
when i was in first grade
scared to watch
but still
couldn't take my eyes off

let's remember him for his art
his beautiful
amazing
crazy
out there
uncoverable
art