Stranger Into Starman

I turned "stranger"

Into "Starman"

In the Sunday

New York Times

Like Anne Sexton

With her star rats

Working backwards

'Til it rhymes

For the love of God

You can't tell me again

For the love of God

You can't tell me again

With a pencil

And eraser

I've rewritten

All your crimes

I turned "stranger"

Into "Starman"

In the Sunday

New York Times