Crazy Mama

Crazy Mama

And will we ever forget?

No, I don’t suppose we each ever will,

as flimsy paper thick shred serviette

wipes marmalade mouth clean of kill

some sweet bits stick fast to lips

always did and always will.

Somewhere we lost our smiles

misremembered dirty bass lines

that cha-cha chunked and grooved

to well-worn dance choons and used.

Now that it’s all over?

Yes, true, there are no more words left in me

that rage hard, no black ink to spill,

no feather ever will balance the quill,

or pillow peace and still, be still.

Somewhere we lost in love language,

tore ourselves apart in anguish.

Skip. Comes in time to flip your record,

take the needle off our run out track,

always look forward, no looking back,

it’s just in the way you kiss what you lack.

And we will ever meet again?

Well now fool, crazy mama,

don’t doubt it, the sin is only not to shout it.

Some setting sun structures will always rise

again catch wink twinkle gold of our eyes,

well, sure it can’t be what once was,

it can’t be - because, because, because

two squared eternities spent in learning to fly

shouldn’t mean you can’t ever try -

so forward go

when I dare you to

raise sultry eyebrows to goodbye.