IT'S THE SAME OLD SONG

He’s an ape.
He’s an angel.
He’s my lord.
He’s my saviour.

He’s the boy next door
With the stolen face
And perpetual nerves
And he’s sure ‘nuf the boy I’m gonna marry.

He’s so fine.
He’s no rebel.
He’s good-bad.
He’s not evil.

He’s a tall boy like a poem –
Tall, but he’s not Paul –
The boy with the thorn in his side.
And he’s sure ‘nuf the boy I’m gonna marry.

He’s gone.
He’s moving on.
He’s like a shadow.
He’s the back of his head.

He’s gonna make me lonesome
When he goes and he moves fast.
He saddled a rocket to the stars.
But he’s sure ‘nuf the boy I’m gonna marry.

Please, please come back to me.
I’ll be your mirror and reflect what you are.
You’re the only one can make me cry.
You ought to give me wedding rings.

2002

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Prior, prior poem

Before that

Before that

And before that

And before THAT one

Will it ever stop?

Please make it STOP!

Finally