Friday, June 3, 2016

Here comes your ghost again

Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call

And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest

Ten years ago

I bought you some cufflinks

You brought me something

We both know what memories can bring

They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene

Already a legend

           The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
                           You strayed into my arms

And there you stayed
      Temporarily               lost at sea 

The Madonna was yours for free

Yes the girl on the half-shell     Would keep you 


Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me 
   You're not nostalgic      Then give me 

another word for it               You who are so good with words        And at keeping things 


Because I need some of that                         vagueness now

It's all come back too clearly                                                                 yes I loved you dearly

And if you're offering me diamonds and rust

I've already paid

I was shadowboxing earlier in the day

I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said “Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I’m gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you’d better run
99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won’t even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen”

Smoking lady